Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun . . . but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family, in one town, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs. AUNT IN THE MIDDLE-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The motorcycle saddle vibrating between Bea Johns' legs felt nice, she had to admit. So did squeezing her tits against Harold's back. She liked the way the wind was making her hair fly, too. Even the road, speeding beneath her in a black blur, was nice now that she was getting used to it. But where did Harold get the idea to buy a motorcycle?
Harold had driven out into the countryside, and he pulled off the road into a meadow.
"Fun, huh?" he said with a wide grin as he pulled off his white, shiny helmet.
"I think it's awfully dangerous, Harold," Bea said. "Wouldn't it have been wiser to spend the money on one of those nice camper trailers?"
"Jesus Christ, Bea! Let's live a little, huh? With a machine like this we can go anywhere and camp out. We could carry a tent, pull off the road, sleep anywhere. I was reading about a guy who did that, slept in those little country cemeteries all the way across the country."
"In cemeteries?" Bea said with a shiver. "Not me!"
"Come here, Bea," Harold said. "Come on, lie down with me."
She went to where Harold had lain in the tall grass and knelt beside him.
"You were pretty surprised about the motorcycle, huh?" Harold said, sucking on a long blade of grass.
"I have to admit that I was, Harold. After all, a forty-five-year-old man who suddenly comes home with a motorcycle . . . you've never had a motorcycle before, and-"
"That's just the point," Harold said, sitting up. "I wanted to do something I've never done before. I've always wanted a motorcycle, Bea. Since I was a teenager. Why shouldn't I have one?"
"It seems dangerous, for one thing," Bea said. "Every time you pick up the paper there's a story about some boy hurt on a motorcycle. For another thing, the house needs painting, and we could have used the money for that."
"Bea! You don't understand! This has nothing to do with getting the goddamn house painted. This is an entirely different thing. This is living-this is freedom!"
"That's all well and good, Harold, but-"
Harold grabbed his wife and pulled her down to him in the grass. He kissed her hard, harder than the tired kisses he usually gave her.
"Urn, Harold! What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
"But, Harold! We're outside in a public place," Bea said as she struggled from his embrace.
"This isn't a public place," he said. "No one can see us from the road through those trees. And there isn't anyone else around. Look!" Harold spread his arms about, showing his wife the emptiness of the surrounding hills. "Besides, no one could see us in this tall grass," he added as he grabbed her again.
"There might be bugs in that grass, Harold," Bea protested as her husband grabbed one of her big tits.
"Come on, sweetie," Harold whispered. "Just this once, let's fuck outside, right here. With the sun shining on us and the breeze-it'll be great!"
Bea let herself be dragged down into the grass. She didn't like to make love in the afternoon anyway, and doing it outside seemed crazy. But Harold was obviously going through a mid-life crisis or something, and she thought she'd better humor him.
Harold unbuttoned his wife's blouse and slipped his hand inside. Filling his hand with her firm tit, he squeezed, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh and making it ooze between his fingers. At the same time, he reached into her mouth with his tongue.
Bea tried to imagine that they were back in their cozy bedroom with the lights out. That way she might be able to enjoy herself. But the sun on her eyelids glowed pink and the grass tickled her.
Bea reached for Harold's crotch. His prick was already stiff, she found. She hoped her cunt would moisten, but she couldn't get comfortable about fucking outside in broad daylight. Harold would be disappointed if he stuck his finger in her cunt and found it dry.
"Isn't this wonderful?" Harold said as he lowered his face to Bea's tits.
"Yeah," she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
She loved having her tits sucked. But she was still fully dressed with her tits sticking out of her unbuttoned blouse, which made her feel as though she were doing something dirty, sneaky.
She concentrated on Harold's mouth as he sucked her nipples. He sucked hard, harder than usual. And as he did he used his hands, too, kneading and feeling her big tit globes.
Still, Bea wasn't getting hot. Her cunt remained dry. As she pulled Harold's face firmly against her tit, filling his mouth with tit-flesh, she reached down to the crotch of her slacks and pressed her fingers on her clit. That helped, but not enough to make much difference.
Now that she was in the grass with her tits sticking out, Bea wanted to make this a good fuck for Harold. So she pressed harder, putting pressure on her hidden clit. She wiggled her arm as much as she dared without letting Harold notice what she was up to.
But when her husband reached for her waist and unfastened the button on her slacks, Bea had to pull her hand away from her crotch.
Still munching her nipples, Harold stuck his hand into her slacks, sliding his fingers along her smooth belly to her pubic garden. But before he dipped into her cunt, she pulled his face up from her tits and kissed him. She knew her cunt was still dry and that Harold would be upset that she wasn't hot. He thought she was a terrible square, and perhaps she was. But she wanted to make this exciting for him. Then he might forget about that motorcycle and fucking outside.
As she kissed him, Bea wiggled her hips away, pulling her cunt from his probing fingers. Then she reached to his belt buckle and opened it.
"Pull your pants down," she whispered. "I'll suck you."
Harold's face broke into a boyish smile as he pulled down his pants. Bea was finally getting into the kinkier pleasures! he was thrilled to see.
Actually, Bea didn't much care for sucking pricks. But it would give her a chance to get excited.
When Harold's stiff cock was wagging free, Bea grabbed it. Having his throbbing cock in her hand always excited her. She felt a tiny tingling in her pussy. But she couldn't forget the bugs that might be crawling around in the grass, and her cunt remained dry.
Sliding down to suck Harold, Bea rested her naked tits on his thigh. She bent her head to his prick, stuck out her tongue, and covered its fat head with licks.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Harold sighed; wiggling in the grass.
As she licked his prick, Bea cradled his balls in her hand. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his prick into it.
Although sucking cock was not her favorite pastime, it did excite Bea. The fat cock in her mouth served as a preview of fucking, and having a cock in her pussy was her favorite pastime. She loved to fuck! She didn't understand, though, all the weird things some men liked to do besides just fucking.
The anticipation of having Harold stick his prick into her pussy made Bea's cunt damp. But it still wasn't juiced up to the point where a prick could slosh in and out.
So, once more, Bea reached for her crotch, secretly rubbing her clit through her slacks. By pressing hard, she was able to give herself a good clit-massage. This was what she needed. Now her cunt was getting wet!
But Harold, as he looked down to enjoy the sight of his prick sliding in his wife's mouth, noticed her shoulder moving with a scrubbing motion. He lifted his head, gazing past where Bea's tits were flattened on his thigh, and saw how she was playing with herself.
"Does that make you hot?" he asked as he reached down and put his hand on her upper arm to feel the motion.
"What?" Bea asked, lifting her head from his prick like a frightened deer.
She realized she'd been caught giving her lust a boost with he fingers. She was embarrassed, her face turned red, and the juice stopped flowing in her cunt.
"Go ahead," Harold said. "If it feels good, do it."
But she couldn't continue. For all the years of their marriage, Bea had been a secret masturbator, jerking off in the bathroom after Harold fell asleep or before he came home. Now, being caught tickling her pussy while sucking his prick made her ashamed of all the orgasms she'd given herself on the sly.
"Come on, Bea," Harold said, his prick drying in the breeze as Bea averted her face. "Don't be a wet blanket."
"Oh, Harold, it just isn't going to work. I can't fuck you out here like this with all this grass and the bugs. Someone's going to see us."
"Look, I've got a surprise," Harold said.
"Another surprise?" Bea said. "Wasn't the motorcycle surprise enough for one day?"
Harold reached for his pants and pulled something out of the pocket. "Look at this," he said. "Ever see one before?"
Bea looked, but didn't recognize the weird object in her husband's hand. He let it stretch out, holding it by one end. She still didn't know what it was.
"What is it?" she asked, curious.
"It's a French tickler," Harold said. "I think you'll like it."
It looked to Bea like a rubber with bumps all over it, and she said so.
"That's right," Harold said. "The bumps drive women wild. Let's try it!"
Bea was astonished. Not only had she never heard of such a thing, she couldn't imagine its existence. Who would dream up something like that? And where had Harold found it?
But as she looked at the strange thing, her cunt began flowing again. If Harold's naked prick felt good in her cunt, it might feel even better with all those little bumps sliding inside her.
"You don't think it could be dangerous, do you?" she asked.
"There you go again, Bea. How could it be dangerous? It's just rubber. Let's give it a try."
Bea wanted to say yes, but she kept quiet. Harold had learned not to expect too much enthusiasm from his wife, and he was satisfied when she didn't say no. She waited passively as he pulled off her slacks and panties.
Then he fit the French tickler on his prick. Bea stared at his cock, thrilled at the way it looked dressed in that thing. Her cunt flowed.
They kissed again as they lay down. Bea felt the French tickler with her hand, and as she did, she felt a wave of excitement rush through her. Harold reached for her cunt, cupping his hand over her plump pussy mound and slipping his middle finger up her cunt. He found her satin lining soaked with hot, slippery with juice!
Bea lay on her back and spread her legs. She and Harold traded tongues as he explored her cunt tunnel with his finger and she gripped his strangely clad cock.
Finally, Harold climbed over one of Bea's legs, planted his knees in the grass, and brought his prick to her pussy. Bea, still holding onto his prick, guided his cock to her open cunt.
Ass soon as his bumpy prick slid into her, Bea felt the powerful sensation of joy that the French tickler provided. Also, it added to the bulk of Harold's cock.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" she cried.
"Feels good, huh?" Harold asked proudly.
"Oh, yeah-h-h-h-h!" Bea gasped.
He began pumping. Now the full glory of the French tickler was revealed. The bumps on it massaged Bea's cuntal cave like nothing else ever had. And the bumps bounced along her clit, too.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried with increasing volume.
"I knew you'd like it," Harold said as he speeded his thrusts. "See, it pays to be adventurous."
Bea forgot that she was outside, fucking in the grass. She forgot about the bugs that might be crawling beneath her. All she was aware of was the lumpy prick slipping back and forth in her cunt and the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" she cried desperately.
She quickly reached a climax, and it was more intense than any she'd experienced before. Her feet thrashed the air above Harold's pumping ass!
"It's great, isn't it?" Harold said breathlessly as he valiantly kept his cock ramming high into her body.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" Bea answered in blissful song.
The French tickler kept Harold's prick insulated from the friction of Bea's tender pussy so he was able to keep fucking for a long time. Bea found herself having orgasm after orgasm in a continuing stream of ecstasy!
She finally heard Harold gasping. She knew her bliss would soon end, and she wasn't sorry. The fabulous joy of so many orgasms scared her. A woman like Bea was afraid of the unknown, and she thought too many orgasms so quickly might be dangerous.
"I loved the way you moaned," Harold said as they lay still, resting. "You never moaned that loud before."
"God, I hope no one heard me!" Bea said. "Maybe we'd better get going before somebody comes by here."
Harold climbed off her, stripped the rubber from his prick and tossed it away. Bea hated to see it go, and she wondered if it might not be reusable. But she was too eager to get dressed and away from there to take the time to retrieve the thing.
They climbed back onto the motorcycle and roared away. Bea held onto Harold, trying to ignore the fun she was having. After all, if she became too fond of the motorcycle she wouldn't have the energy to talk Harold into getting rid of it, which is what she planned to do.
CHAPTER TWO
Harold spent the next few days riding and polishing his motorcycle. He and Bea fucked a few more times, but without the aid of a French tickler. Bea resumed jerking off occasionally.
Bea had to go on a few motorcycle rides with Harold to keep him happy. At least he hadn't wanted to fuck outside again.
So far, Bea hadn't said anything about getting rid of the motorcycle. She hoped Harold would get tired of it soon. But, since he brought it home the week before, he got on it every day when he got home from work for a quick ride before dinner. Then he took a longer ride after they ate.
One evening while Harold was wiping the spokes of the motorcycle's wheels, Bea got a phone call from her sister, Leslie. Leslie was sobbing, almost hysterical, as she explained that Bill, her husband had run off with another woman.
Bea quieted Leslie, then promised she would drive over, a trip of about two hours.
Bea told Harold she was taking the car to drive to Leslie's and that she was going to spend the night.
"How'll I get to work?" Harold asked.
"Take your motorcycle," Bea said. "It's got to be good for more than joy riding."
"Gee, I never thought of that," Harold said as he pulled his helmet on over his thinning hair. "See you when you get back."
Bea watched him roar away. She wondered where he went on his nightly rides, but she couldn't be bothered wondering about Harold now. She ran into the house, threw a few things into her overnight bag, and headed for Leslie's.
Bea wasn't surprised to find that Bill had run off. Bill would do something like that, whereas Harold would be more likely to buy a motorcycle. Harold would never leave home. Who would prepare his food, wash his clothes, remind him where he left the newspaper? Harold was a little boy at heart.
Speeding along, thinking about the strange things men do when they reach middle age, Bea felt the steering wheel pull to the left. Then the left side of the car seemed to sink down and a terrible scraping sound was heard. She managed to get the car safely off the side of the road.
It was almost dark and there wasn't a light in sight. She had passed some houses a while back, so she began walking. When a car approached she thought of flagging it down, but that seemed dangerous. After all, a woman alone at night was helpless. So she hid behind a tree as the car passed, then continued. She finally arrived at a house, screwed up her courage, and knocked. She was glad to see an elderly woman open the door.
Bea called a tow truck. Then she called Leslie and explained what happened. Then she called a cab. She was going to call Harold, but she knew he would want to come for her on the motorcycle, and she didn't want to ride on that thing in the dark.
The cab came before long, and Bea was on her way back home. It had been a long time since she had ridden in a cab, and she had forgotten what a nice feeling it was-so much nicer than being on the back of a motorcycle!
The cab driver, a nice man, talked a bit, but when Bea answered curtly he remained quiet.
The dark shapes of trees and barns sailing past the windows made Bea feel like she was having a real adventure. She was almost glad her car had broken down. She felt bad about Leslie, and poor
Timmy, Leslie's son. It was so hard for kids when their parents split up. But Bea was so relaxed she couldn't work up much compassion for anyone but herself.
The smooth purring of the cab as it sped along set up a sympathetic vibration in Bea's cunt. She hoped Harold would be out when she got home. She felt like jerking off, and she didn't want to have to hide in the bathroom to do it. It was so much nicer to stretch out on the bed with her legs stretched out and her cunt gaping. Then she could tickle the tender lining of her pussy slowly until she came!
She pictured herself on the bed playing with herself as though she were watching the scene on a movie screen. She blushed picturing herself grabbing one of her tits as she loved to do. She would bring her tit up to her face, lift her head, and suck her own nipple!
As she thought about getting herself off, she began tickling her thigh just above her knee where her dress had crept up. Naturally, when she realized what she was doing she stopped. But, having stopped, she missed the thrill it had given her. So she let herself tickle her thigh a bit more. It was so dark in the back of the cab she couldn't even see her own hand, so no one else was going to know.
Her fingers on her thigh and her imagination providing a panoramic view of her own masturbation, made her cunt drool. Bea tried to ignore her passion, but that was impossible. She had to open her mouth in order to breath quietly since she was panting with lust!
"How much longer will it take to get to Downsville?" Bea asked the driver.
"Oh, twenty, twenty-five minutes, I guess," he answered. "Should I go faster?"
"Yes, please!" Bea said. "I'm in a hurry."
She was surprised at her passion. She'd never been this horny before, at least not since she was a much younger woman.
She had slipped her hand farther up her dress and was running her finger tips lightly over the sensitive flesh about six inches below her cunt. Even through her pantyhose, her fingers were having a profound effect! Her cunt felt hot and she knew her panties were soaked with juice. Her nipples were hard as pebbles as they pressed against her bra.
"Don't hurry, driver," she said. "I'm too late anyhow. I'd rather you drove slow."
Bea barely kept her voice from quivering as she spoke. A crazy idea had taken root in her brain and she knew she wasn't going to be able to resist it. She was going to jerk off right in the cab! She had to. Her body was ablaze with lust!
Her fingers shook as she reached higher up her dress. When she touched the crotch of her pantyhose she found it even wetter than she had thought it would be. And her cunt was more sensitive. She almost cried out as the pressure of her fingers sent a jolt of pleasure radiating from her clit.
Slouching down in her seat, she made her cunt roll forward. Then she played her fingers over it, pressing her mound, creasing her pantyhose and undies into her pussy crack.
With her other hand, she reached for her chest. Lightly at first, she caressed her tits. Even that light touch made her gulp a deep breath.
She watched the back of the driver's head, making sure he wasn't peeking at her in the rear-view mirror. Then she carefully unfastened a few buttons on her dress and slipped her hand inside. Moving as slyly as a pickpocket, she scooped one of her ample tits out of her bra. Holding her bare tit in the taxi thrilled her strangely.
Bea was going wild with lust! But she was still sane enough to be very surprised at what she was doing. What had gotten into her?
The fingers at her crotch were doing their work well. She would be able to bring herself to a climax by poking her fingers at her clit. But suddenly that wasn't good enough. She would have much more fun if she could get at her naked cunt!
Her brain spun as she considered slipping out of her pantyhose and panties. The driver hadn't shown any interest in her since she'd spoken to him, so she was sure she could get away with it.
She pulled her hand from her tit and kicked off her shoes. Then she reached for the top of her pantyhose at both sides of her waist. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and undies, she began to drag them down. Lifting her body from the seat by pressing her feet to the floor, she pulled her underwear down and over the wide cheeks of her ass.
A faint whiff of her pussy cream drifted to her nostrils. She froze. What if she filled the cab with the perfume of her cunt juice? Not only would that tip off the driver that his fare was jerking off, but it might also arouse him to the point where he wouldn't be able to control himself. But that thought, instead of scaring Bea, made her even hotter!
She rolled down the window a bit. The driver's window was already down, and the warm summer breeze was blowing through the cab. Surely the smell of her cunt juice would blow right out the window.
Bea relaxed, setting her ass back down on the seat. What a wonderful sensation! The cool, smooth seat under her hot ass made Bea gasp with perverted joy. She was learning the secret pleasures to be had by being adventurous.
She resumed tugging down her pantyhose and undies. Once they were down to her knees she had to lean forward to get them down the rest of the way. But the cabbie still paid her no attention.
Making a tight bundle of her pantyhose and undies, she stuffed them into her purse.
Now her crotch was naked and waiting for her fingers. Bea was shivering with lascivious excitement. She didn't know why, but something about jerking off right behind the cab driver, who could turn around and catch her at any second, was wildly exciting. She had never been this excited jerking off at home-or at any other time, for that matter!
Raising her dress to mid-thigh, Bea reached for her cunt with both hands. Her spread thighs quivered as she ran her finger tips through her pubic hair. Then, lining up her fingers at her pussy, she spread it. The cool air circulating beneath her dress felt wonderful as it evaporated some of her hot juice.
Slowly, making herself eager with anticipation, she dipped one finger into the starving maw of her spread cunt gash.
"H-h-h-h!" she gasped.
As she heard herself gasp, she looked at the cabbie's head again. But he didn't even look toward the rear-view mirror. He seemed to be content to cruise along the dark road.
Biting her lips to remind herself to keep quiet, Bea began massaging the wiggling inner-lips of her pussy. Up and down those tender leaves of flesh her finger traveled. Then she slipped her finger up her cunt a few inches and stirred slowly.
As she played with her cunt, she lifted her other hand to her tit again. Reaching into her dress, she felt her taut nipple. She pinched it hard-a trick she'd discovered once when Harold had accidentally bitten her.
Bea spread her thighs wider and sent her middle finger up her pussy. Reaching deep into her body, she massaged the lining of her cunt until she was sweating and shivering. "Ah-h-h!" she cried.
Her voice sounded like a scream. There was no way the driver could have missed it.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No!" Bea said too eagerly. "Uh, just a cramp in my leg. I had to walk a long way when my car broke down. It's nothing. I'll massage it and it'll go away."
She congratulated herself for coming up with that lie. Now she could rub her cunt and groan a bit without letting the driver know what she was actually doing. She smiled at her cleverness.
Braver now, she sent another finger up her cunt. Two fingers were a pretty good substitute for a cock. And Bea moved them in and out as though a guy were slipping his prick in her.
She let her head fall back as she enjoyed the pleasures of secret masturbation. She brought herself to a level where her lust flowed through her, from her stuffed cunt to her squeezed tit to her swimming brain.
In and out her fingers moved in the silken, flooded tunnel of her cunt. Each time her fingers moved in, stretching her cunt lining, her pleasure increased a bit. All those slight bits added up, though, and before long Bea was nearing an explosive orgasm!
Normally, when jerking off at home, this would be the time she would lift her tit to her mouth and suck it, biting down on her tit-flesh. She thought of slipping her tit out of her dress, but she knew that was going too far. Even in her blissed-out condition, she knew she could never get away with that. When she sucked her tit, she always made loud, slurping sounds. Even if it was too dark for the driver to see her, how could she explain that noise?
So she contented herself with kneading her tits and pinching her nipples. With her empty bra cup beneath her tit, it was held higher than normal, and that was exciting.
Now as she slid her fingers back and forth in the tight tube of her pussy, she let her thumb bump against her clit. She bit her lip again, harder than last time, but she didn't want to cry out. Still, it would be hard to keep quiet while in such ecstasy. She always liked to make a lot of noise when she came.
With her thumb hitting her clit with every thrust of her fingers, Bea was getting blasted with powerful jolts of sexual energy. She was quaking on the seat with uncontrolled spasms, and she hoped she wasn't making the whole car rock.
Biting down on her lip hurt, but the pain seemed to add to her rapture. And keeping her cries inside her pulsating brain made her pleasure more intense, too.
Her orgasm bloomed, filling her body, then overflowing. She fucked herself with her fingers as fast and hard as she could. All thoughts of the cab driver disappeared as her lust took over. She did manage to keep her lips clamped between her teeth, though, so she didn't give her usual cry of ecstasy.
With hot juice covering her ass, hand, thighs, and the seat she slid around on, Bea gave herself one of the greatest orgasms of her life.
As her joy melted away, she remembered where she was. She looked at the driver, and was relieved to see him looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the passion of his passenger. Bea wondered if he might be hard of hearing.
"That cramp must be a doozie," he said suddenly.
"Yeah!" Bea said, her voice breathy in spite of her efforts to sound normal. "Massaging it helped though. I feel much better now."
"That's good," the driver said.
Bea noticed that they were already driving down Main Street. She'd be home in a few minutes. She'd been in bliss for longer than she thought.
Bea dried her fingers on the inside of her dress, then buttoned it up. She didn't dare try to get her tit back into her bra. That would take too much struggling, and now that the lights of town fell across her body the cab driver would no doubt notice. She put on her shoes without bothering with her pantyhose or undies.
As she paid the driver, she smelled the kinky odor of her cunt again. The driver must have noticed it too, she thought. But there was nothing to do about that. He seemed to be looking at her tits, and Bea wondered how obvious it was that one globe was out of her bra.
"Hope you enjoyed the ride," the driver said before driving away.
He had a strange smile on his face and Bea suspected that he was aware of her jerking off. Oddly, that thought struck her as funny and even exciting.
What was happening to her?
As she walked up to the house, she heard the television through the open front door. So Harold was home already, she thought. It was a good thing she'd jerked off before she got home. She would have to wash the tell-tale odor from her hands and thighs before she got too close to him. Then it might be nice to fuck the old boy. She wondered if he had any of those French whatchacallits left.
Bea let herself in the back door and dropped her purse on the kitchen table. Then she noticed how her purse bulged and remembered that her pantyhose and undies were in it. She'd better put that stuff away. It would be difficult explaining to Harold why her underwear was in her purse.
On her way to the bedroom, though, she was stopped dead by a weird whining sound. It sounded like a puppy. No, it was more like a squeaking door. Then she recognized the sound. It was moans of lust! And they were coming from her bedroom!
Bea couldn't imagine what was going on. Had Harold let some of his friends use their bedroom for fucking? She crept forward, holding her breath. What she saw as she neared the bedroom door made her gasp. She put her hand to her face, breathing through her cunt-perfumed fingers.
Harold was on his back on the bed. Straddling his hips was a young woman, bouncing and crying with pleasure. Harold was holding her hopping tits in his outstretched hands.
For several seconds Bea's brain refused to process the information her eyes were sending it-it was too incredible. But when the girl looked up at Bea, stopping her wild ride on Harold's cock, Bea realized that her husband was actually fucking another woman!
When Harold saw the chick on top of him staring off, he rolled his head back and looked at his wife. Suddenly he leaped up, bucking the woman away from him.
"Bea! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Harold! How could you?"
"I didn't think you were coming home tonight," Harold said as he got off the bed and backed around to where his clothes were on the floor. The woman was already climbing into a pair of jeans, her tits swaying as she stuffed her ass into the pants.
Bea was sorting out her feelings. Anger, outrage, and hate were some of the emotions that took her over.
Bea turned and ran into the kitchen. Not knowing what she was doing, she watched herself with fascination as though she were watching a moie. She went to the drawer where the carving knives were kept. She pulled out the biggest knife, clutching it tightly, holding it above her head. Then she ran back into the bedroom.
Harold was fastening his belt. But when he saw his wife coming toward him with the knife glinting beside her mad woman's face, he held his hands in front of him.
"Bea, are you crazy?" he yelled.
"E-e-e-e-e!" the young chick screamed, then ran across the bed and out of the room.
Harold followed the girl and Bea followed Harold, but she couldn't catch him. She had never seen him moving so fast. By the time she got to the back door, Harold was jumping on the starting pedal of his motorcycle. The girl was running down the street with one shoe, the other still in the bedroom.
Bea stopped chasing him, dropped the knife, and leaned against the door jamb, gasping for breath. She watched Harold zoom away in his opened pants and undershirt. His feet were bare. He stopped to let the fleeing chick hop on the motorcycle and then they were gone.
For the next hour, Bea paced around the house. It took her that long to convince herself that it hadn't all just been a nightmare. Then she cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The first thing in the morning, Bea called Leslie. She told her sister what had happened.
"They're all the same," Leslie said. "Little boys. All of them are just little boys."
"I thought the motorcycle was going to be enough for him," Bea cried into the phone. "He probably just got that thing to pick up young chicks."
"They're all the same," Leslie repeated. "Fuck them! We're better off without them."
"I'll come today," Bea said. "I'll take the bus. Will you pick me up?"
"Sure, honey," Leslie said. "We'll show those bastards that we don't need them."
* * *
When Bea stepped off the bus in Willsburg, Leslie was there. They threw their arms around each other, two women with injured pride.
"How's Timmy taking it?" Bea asked about Leslie's son.
"He's taking it pretty well, or putting up a good front. But I know he feels terrible."
"At least I don't have any kids to worry about," Bea said. "But that means I'll be all alone."
"Oh, you won't be alone for long," Leslie said. "You're too attractive and sexy to be alone."
"Oh, I am not," Bea said. "Who would look at me but a clown like Harold?"
"You've always put yourself down. It's time you stopped. I've decided life's too short to pine over Bill, and you've got to get over Harold. I'm going to prove to you that a lot of men will be eager to take Harold's place."
"What are you doing?" Bea asked when Leslie stopped her car in front of a clothing store.
"I need some new clothes, and so do you," Leslie said.
"What I need is some time," Bea said. "I've got to figure things out."
"Bullshit!" Leslie said. "I've been up all night thinking. And I came to the conclusion that what I need is a new man. I need to get fucked. I need to go out dancing. I need to have fun. If I start carrying on like an abandoned woman, I'll crack up."
"That's all right for you," Bea said. "You were always the vivacious one. I'm different."
"Well, it's about time you snazzed up your act a bit," Leslie said as they went into the store.
Bea wished Leslie would let her alone. As Leslie flipped through the racks of clothing, Bea looked at her sister. Leslie was two years younger, but she looked ten years younger, she always had. Leslie had long, blonde hair that seemed alive as it danced on her shoulders. Bea's hair was blonde, too, but paler and limp. Leslie's tits, although smaller than Bea's, were perky, up-turned. Bea's tits sagged.
"How's this?" Leslie said as she held up a slinky dress with a plunging neck line and a slit up the side.
"Beautiful," Bea said. "It'll look great on you."
"It's not for me. It's for you!"
"Leslie, I can't wear that," Bea said, amazed that her sister could even suggest it.
"Of course you can!" Leslie said. "Try it on."
"But this is your style, not mine," Bea protested as Leslie pushed her into a dressing room.
"It's going to be your style tonight," Leslie said as she pulled down the zipper on Bea's dowdy, black dress. "Take off that horrible slip. And take off that elastic monstrosity of a bra, too. I'll get you a decent bra."
"But I need a lot of up-lift," Bea said.
"Put your shoulders back. Stand straight!" Leslie ordered. "There, that's better."
Bea looked at herself in the mirror. Leslie was right. With her shoulders back, her tits looked much nicer. They still sagged, but their curves were much improved.
When Leslie left to look for a bra, Bea scrutinized herself in the mirror. She threw her shoulders back further, and her tits lifted higher. But now Bea was almost leaning backwards, so she let her shoulders settle forward to a comfortable position.
She turned sideways and looked at her tits in profile. Bea had to admit they looked pretty good. Her stomach was flat. Her ass formed a perfect curve in her panties, sagging just enough to look like a good handful.
Next, Bea turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. Her ass was wide, but not fat. Her waist was narrow, and her torso widened toward her shoulders with a beautiful flaring shape. Bea thought of the other women her age that she knew, and none of them had such a nice figure. Even younger women rarely looked so good.
Leslie came back with a few packages. She opened one and handed Bea a black bra. It wasn't like any bra Bea had ever owned. The cups were really half cups and there were no shoulder straps.
"Beautiful!" Leslie said when Bea put the bra on.
Bea was amazed. Her tits were held high on her chest, and they bulged from the cups, which barely hid her nipples. Not only did this bra make her look great, it excited her, too.
"Don't you think it's too small?" she couldn't help saying.
"Please, Bea," Leslie said, exasperated. "Just leave this to me. Here, put these panties on."
Leslie handed Bea a garment small enough to hide in a walnut shell. Bea held it out, seeing a tiny pair of bikini undies made of what looked like woven black spider webs.
"Really, Leslie!" Bea said.
"Put it on!" Leslie said. "Don't be such a wet blanket!"
A wet blanket was what Harold had called her. That did it! She wasn't going to be a wet blanket any longer!
She stripped off the old-fashioned undies she wore and put on the new pair. When she saw what they looked like on her in the mirror, she was sure they were the wrong size. Her pubic hair peeked out over the top of them and so did the top of her asscrack. And they were stretched so taut her dark pubic triangle and asscrack showed through the sheer material.
"Terrific!" Leslie said. "Perfect. We'll get a half-dozen pairs in assorted colors."
Bea held her tongue. If Leslie thought the undies were good, she would wear them.
Then Bea lifted the dress over her head and pulled it down her body. It felt snug when Leslie zipped it up.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Bea was shocked. Could she go out in public like this? Her tits were half-exposed in the low neck line, the bra lifting and pressing them together. Bea grabbed the neck line and tried to pull it up, but Leslie slapped her hands.
Bea agreed. It was sensational, all right. But was it her? Was she going to be able to live up to her new image?
"Now try on the bikini I gave the sales girl to show you," Leslie said. "I'm going to try on a cute satin dress I saw."
Left alone again, Bea hammed it up for herself in front of the mirror. She bent forward to see what the view down her dress was like. It was a view that would attract a man's eyes. Then she sat on the chair and crossed her legs. The hem of the dress slipped up her thighs, showing a lot of flesh.
Bea even tried to shake a tit free from the dress, and she finally managed it. But she had to shake and twist violently to do it. The dress would be safe to dance in.
, When Bea left the dressing room to get the bikini, she noticed how the sales girl looked at her. She was clearly surprised at what she saw, but she didn't laugh. Bea wouldn't have been surprised if the girl had laughed, though. Bea didn't think she would ever feel right wearing this sort Of clothes.
After trying on several bikinis and dresses, Bea had a strange experience. She and Leslie came out of the dressing rooms at the same time, each wearing a slinky dress. Together they went to the mirrors that showed several sides of them at once.
Bea looked into the mirrors, watching Leslie's reflection. She thought her sister was one of the most beautiful and sexy creatures she'd ever seen. She always thought that about Leslie. But now Leslie looked even better than usual. Her tits looked bigger, her legs longer, her face prettier.
Then Leslie turned and walked back toward the dressing room, but her reflection remained standing still in the mirror. Bea was confused until she realized she'd been looking at her own reflection, not at Leslie's! The gorgeous, sexy woman she'd been admiring was herself!
When they left the store, Bea had her old clothes wrapped up, and she wore a new sundress and carried an armful of packages. For the rest of the afternoon they drove from shop to shop, buying shoes, perfume, underwear, and jewelry.
Bea hadn't given Harold a thought for hours.
* * *
"Aunt Bea?!" Timmy said, amazed at the sight of his aunt in her new outfit when they got to
Leslie's.
Bea loved shocking people with her new image. But she still wasn't sure she could pull it off.
Leslie and Timmy made dinner. Bea couldn't stop trying on all her new things. She practiced walking in the shoes with high, pointy heels until she could walk gracefully with a sensuous wiggle.
During dinner, Timmy's eyes roamed to his aunt's body, exploring her tits, which rose like twin suns over the horizon of the low front of her sundress.
"There's a place over on Route Nine with a good country band," Leslie said. "We'll try that first."
"Gee, I haven't been dancing in years," Bea said.
"You were always a natural dancer," Leslie said. "I wish I could dance like you."
As they drove to the bar, Bea was nervous. This was all new to her. What would she do if a man wanted to get fresh? She didn't tell Leslie about her fears, though. Leslie was always a hot chick, and Bea guessed that Leslie would welcome the advances of strange men.
"Two bourbons," Leslie said to the waitress. "Make them doubles."
Bea looked around the room. A band played at one end, and a dozen couples danced in front of the stage. All around, tables were crammed with people drinking, laughing, flirting. The men were dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and western shirts. A lot of them wore cowboy hats.
Bea checked out the women, too. There were a lot of good-looking chicks. But as Bea remembered how she had looked in the mirror when she'd mistaken her reflection for Leslie's, she knew she was as sexy as any chick in the place.
"Let's drink these right away," Leslie said when their drinks arrived. "That will help put us in the right mood."
One double bourbon was more than Bea usually drank in a whole evening. But she didn't want to be called a wet blanket again. So she lifted the frosty glass and drank the bourbon until the ice cubes rattled against her teeth.
Before long, a man came over and asked Bea to dance. Being asked before Leslie gave Bea a boost. The bourbon percolating through her blood gave her a further boost. As soon as she started dancing, she felt like a teenager again. And noticing how the guy she danced with was admiring her body made her feel like the queen of the prom.
They danced for a while, then Bea went back to Leslie. She was glowing.
"You can do better than him," Leslie said to Bea. "I've got my eye on a couple of studs. Don't look now, but there are two guys behind you who were looking this way when we first sat down."
Bea took a peek. The men were young, almost as young as Timmy. They were handsome, too. Bea wondered why two young kids would be interested in Leslie and her, but then she thought she was being a wet blanket again. So she caught one of the kids' eye and gave him a warm smile.
Finally, one of them came over and asked Bea to dance. By the time they got to the dance floor, the other kid had asked Leslie too.
The boys were good dancers. The one Bea danced with kept his eyes on her quivering tits.
They danced until the band took a break, then they all sat together at the boys' table. Bea was amazed at the way Leslie hung all over the one she danced with, Clay. So when the other, Bud, put his arm around Bea, she leaned toward him.
They joked and giggled. Then Leslie began whispering in Clay's ear. He whispered back.
"Come on," Leslie announced to Bea and Bud. "We're going to my place."
Bea remembered that Timmy had gone to a friend's house for the night. Her cunt began to moisten, but at the same time she was very nervous. Would she know what to do with this young man? She had never in her life fucked anyone but Harold.
Bea went with Bud in his pickup. Leslie drove Clay.
"Don't sit so far away," Bud said as he followed Leslie's car.
Bea slid over, and Bud put a hand on her thigh where it stuck out from the slit in her dress.
"You were the best dancer in the place," Bud said. "And the sexiest, too."
The bourbon in her blood came in handy now. Without it, Bea wouldn't have leaned over and kissed Bud on the ear, sticking her tongue right into it.
They were stopped at a red light for a while. They passed the time kissing, sticking their tongues into each other's mouth until a horn beeped behind them.
"I love the way you kiss!" Bea said.
He kissed like Harold did, except Bud's tongue had twice the energy and he opened his mouth wider and pressed his teeth against her lips. It was a hint about how the boy would fuck. She couldn't wait!
When they got to Leslie's, Leslie put on a record and poured them each a drink. Bea took a few big sips, fueling her courage. It still seemed pretty weird to let a strange young man fuck her. But, at the same time, Bea was eager to get his prick inside her. The boy was eager too. He kept an arm wrapped tightly around Bea's shoulders and kissed her every chance he got.
Bea let herself sink back into the softness of the couch. As she expected, the boy immediately leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers again. She was a little surprised when she felt his hand on her tit, though. After all, Leslie and Clay were right across the room!
Bud held Bea's tit as though he were afraid it might get away. His fingers gripped tightly at the bare flesh that overflowed her dress.
Bea grabbed the boy's thigh. When she felt his firm muscles, her lust took off. Fucking this guy was going to be a thrill! She remembered now that Harold had been a more eager fucker when he was Bud's age. But he'd slowed down over the years.
Hearing footsteps, Bea opened her eyes. Looking past Bud's face, she saw Leslie and Clay leave the room. Clay was reaching around her sister's shoulders, holding one of her tits and kissing her as they walked toward the bedroom.
Now Bea was alone with Bud. Her hand moved up his thigh to his crotch. She found his prick pressed under his jeans, and she moved her fingers over its massive shape. It was throbbing hard enough for her to take his pulse right through his jeans.
With Bea's fingers probing his prick, the boy dropped his hand from Bea's tit and pulled her dress up over her crotch. Then he slipped his hand into her tiny undies and grabbed her pussy mound.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Bea moaned as Bud's hand held her hairy, plump mound tightly.
Her cunt had been leaking into her sexy panties since she got into his pickup truck. So when the boy curled his finger into her pussy, it slid right up her cunt.
Bud was kissing his way down Bea's long neck. Then he kissed and licked his way down to her tits. His face nuzzling in her warm, soft tit-flesh made Bea wiggle. And when he pulled one of her tits right out of her dress and sucked her nipple into his mouth, she groaned with profound passion.
Bea arched her back, thrusting her tit up toward the boy's face so he could get more of her tit in his mouth. At the same time, she fumbled with his big silver belt buckle, but didn't make much progress.
"Take your pants off!" Bea breathed when she couldn't wait any longer to get her hands on the prick she was feeling beneath the stiff denim of his jeans.
She hated to feel his finger slip out of her cunt and his mouth abandon her tit. But when he stood and stripped off his pants, Bea had an even bigger treat. His prick was suddenly free, pointing at Bea's face and twitching mightily.
"God!" Bea sighed as she looked at his cock. "Beautiful!" '
The boy was still kicking at his boots, trying to get them off, when Bea flung herself forward. She tackled him, sending him sprawling on the floor. She hugged him around the thighs and grabbed his prick in her wide open mouth.
They were both surprised at Bea's ferocious attack. The bourbon stripped away her shyness, leaving her lust in command.
Feeling the boy's hard cock in her mouth drove Bea on. She began sucking like a newborn calf at its mother's nipple. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding the thick prick over her wiggling tongue. Her cheeks puffed in and out. The base of his cock, which she couldn't get into her mouth, she took into her hands, holding it like a baseball bat.
Bud had been stunned, but now the thrill of being sucked so hungrily made him forget everything but the pleasure of having his prick bathed in Bea's hot mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h!" he gasped. "Ah-h-h-h!"
Sliding one hand from his shaft to his balls, Bea cupped them and jostled them in her hand. Then she squeezed them until the boy cried out in pain.
As she sucked his cock, the boy was in constant motion. He writhed and clawed at Bea's head and shoulders. His prick still twitched, even in the plunging grip of Bea's mouth! She had never enjoyed sucking a prick so much.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" the boy moaned desperately.
Bea was so wrapped up with the blow-job she was giving, she almost ignored his moans. But as they reverberated, growing louder, she realized he was going to come before long. The cock in her mouth was going to spew jism.
Bea had never let Harold come in her mouth. But now she longed to feel this boy's hot cream flowing into her. She wanted to drink it down in deep gulps.
She didn't have to wait long for her wish. With a yelp, the boy hit the peak of his ecstasy and his prick shot gobs of goo into Bea's mouth. Being drunk helped keep her from gagging when the first shot of jism hit the back of her throat. She caught the rest of his load on her tongue or the roof of her mouth. Then she began swallowing, trying to stay ahead of the flow.
"Hah-h-h! Hah-h-h-h!" the boy cried as Bea drank his juice.
No other chick had ever sucked him with such greed, he realized. It was almost scary. She reminded him of a vampire, but one that lived on jism rather than blood!
Bea couldn't get enough. When the cock in her mouth stopped pumping jism, she began to suck harder, hoping for a few more drops. When he was drained, she lifted her face and found that she could lick up the jism that had drooled out at the corners of her mouth.
Holding his prick in her hands, Bea ran her tongue around over her lips like a kid after finishing an ice-cream cone.
"Oh, that was great!" Bud moaned as he caught his breath.
Now that the first course was over, Bea was eager to continue. The second course was her cunt, and it was Bud's turn to eat.
"Eat me!" Bea whispered.
She lay back on the floor and pulled her dress up to her waist. Then she pulled down her tiny undies and slipped them off her feet over her new high-heeled shoes. With her legs splayed, her cunt gaped at the boy, beckoning him to the dark opening between her pink pussylips.
Even though he just filled Bea's mouth with jism, Bud stared at her open cunt like a hungry man stares at a steak. Bea saw how he gazed at her pussy, and to make it even more interesting she laid her hand over her mound and dipped her middle finger tip into the top corner of her cunt crack. Pressing her finger to her clit, she rotated it slowly, grinding her clit.
Besides giving Bud an exciting view, her finger triggered Bea's kinkiest instincts. Her hips gyrated, rolling her ass on the rug. Her mouth opened and a low growl of feminine pleasure poured out.
Slowly, Bud sat up, then crawled forward. He didn't take his eyes from her pussy as he moved between her legs, bringing his watering mouth toward her crotch.
"Come on! Come on!" Bea urged through clenched teeth as she pulled her finger from her clit.
She watched as Bud's mouth was eclipsed by the hairy cliff of her crotch. His ears grazed the white flesh inside her thighs. Then his tongue took a swipe at her pussy.
"O-o-o-o-o!" Bea moaned.
Harold had eaten her a few times, but never like this. Bud wiped his tongue up over her cunt slit, pressing her delicate cunt and clit. His head nodded as he licked over and over. Then he held his head still and moved his tongue around her clit, making it slither and sending a current of pleasure through Bea's body.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" she moaned in a high-pitched voice.
; Bud reached into her cunt tunnel with his tongue and fluttered it around. His teeth bit into her tender pussy mound.
Bea lifted her legs, thrusting her cunt out at Bud's face so he could reach higher up her cunt. Too bad a prick couldn't wag like a tongue, she thought.
As he fucked her with his tongue, Bud gripped Bea's thighs just below her ass. He kept her legs high, her knees almost touching her shoulders.
Bud not only knew a lot of good cunt-lapping techniques, he could pace a woman's climax. He knew how long he should tickle Bea's clit with his tongue, and when he should leave that bud alone. He didn't want to bring her off too soon. Since he had just come, he wanted to make this cunt-lapping session last until he was ready to come again.
Listening to Bea's cries of pleasure and feeling her legs kicking, Bud played her like a big fish on two-pound test line.
"Oh, eat me! Eat me!" Bea chanted deliriously, her head lolling from side to side.
The alcohol she'd drunk helped delay her orgasm. But now Bud couldn't put his tongue on her clit without making her scream. And since his prick wasn't quite ready for fucking, he concentrated his tongue-work on her cunt.
But Bea was ready to come. In fact, she was desperate for the bliss that she was so near!
"My clit! Suck my clit!" she yelled as she grabbed the boy's hair and dragged his face up until his tongue reached her swollen clit.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she screamed when the boy attacked her clit.
Bea shook crazily as she came. And Bud made sure her orgasm was intense by pressing down hard with his tongue on her clit and fluttering it as fast as he could.
"Yeah-h-h-h!" Bea cried, cheering him on.
Bea hadn't felt such powerful spasms of pleasure since Harold had reamed her pussy with that rubber thing on his cock. Just like she had that time, Bea now felt herself getting stuck in a perpetual orgasm.
Bud's tongue was aching. It was slowing down, too, and slipping off its target. But Bea's passion was still raging.
"Fuck me!" she yelled, sounding like a Marine drill sergeant.
She was still clutching the boy's hair, and then she began pulling it, dragging his body over hers, bringing his prick to her cunt. He scrambled into fucking position while wrestling her hands from his hair before she pulled it out of his scalp.
Letting go of his hair, Bea reached for his prick. She caught it and pulled it to her cunt.
"Ah-h-h!" she cried as her pussy was stretched over the boy's hard cock.
As he pumped, Bea met his lunges with thrust of her hips. Together, they drove his prick in and out of her drooling pussy as fast as was humanly possible. His wet cock flashed between their pumping bodies.
A young kid can fuck for a long time if he's come recently, and Bud kept Bea rocking until she lost all sense of time and space. By the time he shot another load into her, Bea's body was on automatic pilot, her muscles endlessly contracting to send her hips up to meet the boy's cock.
After his second climax, though, he let his weight rest on Bea, forcing her to be still beneath him. But her hips jerked occasionally as her short-circuited brain tried for more pleasure.
"M-m-m-m," Bea moaned weakly, a victim of sensory overload.
Even when Bud climbed off her and onto the couch, Bea lay on the floor, her legs spread, her dress up around her waist, and one tit sticking out of her plunging neck line. Of course, the bourbon she'd drunk had something to do with her condition, but no woman would be the same after such a long and intense bout of ecstasy!
Bea didn't know how long she had been there on the floor when Leslie helped her to her feet. She let herself be guided to a bedroom, undressed, and tucked in. When she woke, her head was ringing like a giant alarm clock and her stomach was tumbling. But her cunt felt cozy and warm.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How are you feeling?" Leslie asked when she came in with orange juice and coffee.
"Next time I'll skip the booze and just go for the fucking," Bea said.
"I know what you mean," Leslie agreed. "Here, drink this."
Bea took the orange juice and drank it. She had it half down when she realized there was gin in it. Her throat tried to close, but she kept drinking, knowing the hair of the dog was the best thing for a hang-over. Then she sipped the coffee.
Bea stayed in bed the rest of the day. What luxury it was not to have to get up to fix Harold's breakfast! He was a grouch in the morning, anyhow. If it weren't for him, Bea would never get up before noon.
When Bea heard Leslie leave the house she got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to forage for a snack. She didn't even bother covering her naked body.
Then, chomping on an apple, she wandered around the house, getting her blood flowing through her limbs.
She was a strange sight. Naked, her hair a knotted mess, scratching her tit, she wandered aimlessly from room to room. But the freedom to act this way was a tonic after all those years of taking care of Harold.
Her thigh itched, and scratching it she found the dried crust of the jism that had leaked from her cunt the night before. That started her thinking about the fun she'd had with . . . what was his name? No matter. There were plenty more where he came from, and Bea was going to get her share.
Licking the apple from her fingers, she detected other flavors-jism and cunt juice. Smacking her lips, she felt the tickle in her cunt that meant her juices had started to flow.
Still dazed and unthinking, she swung her hand to her crotch and slipped a finger tip into the top of her cuntal crack. Touching her clit as she strolled so around the house gave her just enough stimulation to make her lust slowly awaken.
Finding herself in Timmy's room, Bea looked around. Circling the room with her finger in her pussy, she caught sight of herself in the mirror over his dresser. The woman looking back at her was a side of herself she'd never seen before, but she liked what she saw. Her mouth was smeared with lipstick and her heavy tits rose and fell as she walked. Her general disheveled carelessness was like a small child's.
On Timmy's bookshelf was a baseball mitt. Without wondering why, Bea grew interested in it. She lifted it, enjoying its smooth texture and solid weight. Still not bothering to think, she stuck it between her thighs, snug against her pussy.
Her eyes roamed over the other objects on the shelf as she wiggled around, grinding her pussy on the glove. Her cunt lips spread, sitting on the big thumb of the glove like a jockey on a horse.
Leaning against the shelf was a baseball bat. It looked to Bea like a giant's prick, so she put the baseball glove back down and lifted the bat. It was heavier than she'd expected and hard as a rock. She straddled it, holding it tightly to her crotch. The cold wood felt nice pressed to her hot cunt and ass, especially when she moved her hips back and forth, sliding the bat between her cunt lips.
Still wiping her cunt on the hard bat, she saw a robot standing next to her. It was only about a foot tall, but it looked interesting-like a real robot that could do useful things. A black switch stood out at its base, and Bea prodded it with her big toe.
"R-r-r-r-r-r!" the robot hummed as it walked across the floor.
Bea's dulled brain imagined some interesting things a robot could be designed to do. But even this little tin man could be put to use, she thought.
The robot was marching toward the bed, but Bea got there first. Setting her naked ass on the edge of the mattress with her cunt hanging over, she stationed herself in the robot's path. She spread her thighs, and the robot marched between them. The plastic dome on his head was flashing with a red light as it neared Bea's waiting pussy.
"R-r-r-r, gr-r-r, gr-r-r-r," the robot hummed as its head plowed into Bea's spread pussy.
The dumb thing kept marching, trying to move forward. But with its head lodged in a pussy, it merely staggered, stirring the cunt lips wedged over its head.
Bea smiled at the mechanical man as it vibrated and bumped in her cunt. It felt nice, and Bea didn't have to move a muscle. She wondered where she could buy a robot like it for herself.
The robot began to slow down. The batteries were getting weak, so Bea pushed the switch with her toe again and got up, leaving a wet spot on Timmy's sheet. Then she continued wandering around the room, looking for more interesting toys.
A guitar caught Bea's eye. Although it didn't offer any erotic possibilities, Bea picked it up. She used to play a little, and she wondered if she still had the knack. Cradling the guitar in her arms, she sat down on the bed again and strummed a chord. The guitar was in tune and a resonant E major rang out.
But it wasn't only Bea's ears that picked up the harmonious vibrations. Her left nipple was touching the back of the guitar and the wood sent a delicious sensation into her tit.
Bea experimented holding her nipples against the wood and strumming. It was amazing how much fun a woman could have if she left her body naked and vulnerable to stimulation!
The humming guitar made Bea long for more stimulation. So she got up again and put the guitar down. But as she lifted her ass from the mattress, she felt something crack beneath it. An inspiration seized her, making her reach beneath the mattress. She wasn't surprised to feel a few magazines under there, nor was she surprised when she pulled them out and found that they were full of naked women.
Bea hadn't seen a girlie magazine in years and she was amazed at the pictures-wide open cunts looked out from every page. Bea poured through the magazines just as eagerly as any teenaged boy. And the pictures excited her almost as much, too.
Reclining on Timmy's bed, Bea tickled her cunt with one hand while flipping pages with the other.
Her crotch was wet now with juice coating her cunt and seeping onto her ass. But she wasn't jerking off with any vigor. She merely diddled her cunt absently. Of course, Bea was having fun as her passion slowly grew.
When Bea shoved the magazines back under the mattress and left Timmy's room, she was still in a dopey mood. Her brain still was addled from her hang-over and fucking her brains out.
But, although she wasn't aware of it, she was seeking out more interesting games to play with her cunt. That search took her to Leslie's room next.
For a while she merely stood in front of Leslie's mirror, rocking on her feet, tickling her clit, and watching her big tits sway.
Then the assortment of bottles and jars on the dresser caught her eye. Still rocking her body, she let her gaze travel over them. Her mind was a blank, except for one dark corner where a few brain cells were wondering how it would feel to slip some of those bottles up her cunt.
She lifted a cylindrical bottle of lotion. It was hard and cold, but just holding it thrilled Bea. So she warmed it between her tits for a while. Then she lowered it to her crotch, watching in the mirror as she tilted the bottom of the bottle to her cunt's tender mouth.
Parting the lips of her cunt with the bottle, Bea found that it was still much colder than her wet cunt lining. She shivered, but kept pressing the bottle into her soaking pussy.
She tucked it between her loose cunt lips and held it poised at the angle of her pussy tube. Then she shoved it inside her.
"Ah-h-h-h!" she moaned as it filled her hot cave.
She pushed it in until only the cap protruded. Tightening her cuntal muscles, Bea hugged the bottle, squeezing it. Then she relaxed and let it slid out of her pussy.
Catching it between her thighs, she put it back on the dresser and selected another bottle-a fatter one. She didn't even bother warming it before shoving it in her cunt.
"Huh-h-h!" She gasped at the cold, as well as at he bulk of the bottle stretching her pussy.
Lifting one foot to the top of the dresser, Bea looked at her crotch with the bottle sticking into it. She grabbed the bottle's cap and wiggled it, stirring her cunt with the fat intruder.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she gasped, her jaw hanging slack.
Shaking the bottle in her cunt and wiggling her body, she started her tits bouncing. Her asscheeks wobbled, too.
Slowly, the bottle warmed up. But it didn't seem as exciting as it reached body temperature. So she pulled it out and picked up another.
The new bottle was too big for Bea to encircle it with her thumb and fingers. She didn't know if it would fit up her pussy, but she shivered with lust as she held it to her cunt.
Taking her foot from the dresser top, she stood with her knees bent and her thighs spread. Juice from her cunt seeped down over the bottle as she touched its base to her quivering inner lips. Then she maneuvered the bottle into her cunt, but her lips had to stretch to let it fit in.
Bending her knees more, Bea squatted and pressed the bottle up. She felt the lining of her cunt opening, yawning wide as the bottle moved into her.
"A-a-a-a-a!" she cried.
The slight pain turned to pleasure as her cunt accepted the hard object. Bea straightened her legs, standing up. She let go of the bottle, and when it began to slide out of her, she clamped her thighs together to keep it lodged high up her tunnel.
Just standing there with her cunt stuffed felt great. But when she began twisting her body, it felt even better! She grabbed her tits, too, adding still more pleasure to her game.
With the bottle in her cunt, Bea passed the stage of absent-minded cunt-diddling. Now she was avidly masturbating. But she was in no hurry. After all, she was free from care now, and she had all day.
Touching her clit with her cunt stuffed made her shiver with bliss. She could give herself an orgasm in a few seconds. But she chose to fool around for a while longer. Her restless mind began devising new tricks.
Pulling the bottle from her cunt, she almost dropped it. It was slippery with her juice. She thought she'd better wipe it off before leaving it on the dresser. There was a box of tissues on Leslie's night table, but when Bea reached into it, she forgot all about wiping the bottle.
There was a hard, cylindrical object in the box, and she pulled it out. It must be one of Timmy's toys, she thought as she examined it. But it would be perfect to stick up her pussy. Not as fat as the last bottle, it had a tapered tip, which would make it just right to fuck herself with.
What was this thing doing in the box of tissues beside Leslie's bed? The answer seemed obvious, and Bea was glad to know she wasn't the only chick to stick such objects up her pussy for the fun of it.
Still examining this new toy, Bea noticed a switch on its base. What could the thing do? Was it a flashlight?
When she threw the switch, Bea couldn't believe what happened! The plastic pillar began vibrating with a steady hum. Holding it, staring at it, she struggled to guess what it was supposed to be.
Whatever it was, it would be perfect to stick in her cunt! She ran her hands over it, making sure it would be safe to insert. It couldn't hurt her, she decided, so she sat on the bed and fitted it into her pussy.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh-h-h!"
The vibrating hunk nuzzled high into her body and filled her with gloriously thrilling sensations. Her cunt muffled the hum, absorbing the vibrations and turning them into sexual joy!
Suddenly a light bulb was lit in Bea's innocent brain. This thing in her cunt was designed and made exactly for the purpose she was putting it to! It was an electric, vibrating, plastic prick for women to jerk off with! Like the French tickler Harold had, this toy was part of a sexual world Bea had been completely ignorant of all her life.
That revelation shook Bea. How had she remained so sheltered all her life? The words "wet blanket" crept into her mind, but she drove them away by sliding the dildo furiously in and out of her cunt!
"A-a-a-a-a!" she screamed as she fell back on the bed, squirming in ecstasy.
Her cunt was wet and the dildo was smooth, so it slid in and out effortlessly. But its vibrations gave it life. It stroked the fire of Bea's passion until she was having the orgasm of her life!
She twisted and jerked her body on Leslie's bed, holding the vibrator with both hands. She shook the thing in and out of her cunt while bucking her hips on it. Her tits quivered and slapped together as she struggled.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she howled.
By pulling the base of the vibrator forward, she could make it slide against her clit as she fucked herself. The vibrations directly on her clit sent a flow of ecstasy to her brain. Blinded, deafened, paralyzed in a palsy of pure bliss, Bea entered the realm of the gods.
Naturally, bliss of that magnitude didn't last long. Her nervous system Soon overloaded and
CP she was going to blow a fuse if she didn't take the vibrating fuck-toy out of her cunt.
"Ah!" she grunted like a karate master breaking a brick.
With a final twitch, she yanked the dildo from her cunt. It lay on the bed buzzing while Bea gasped and shivered in post-orgasmic exhaustion.
When she'd recovered a bit, she reached for the vibrator with a shaking hand and turned it off. Then she fell back with a bounce.
But something was wrong. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling gripped her, refusing to let her rest. She had been something when she reached for the vibrator to turn it off. Something at the corner of her eye, something her brain had tried to blot out.
She knew what she had seen, and she sat up suddenly to take another look. Timmy was still standing in the hallway watching her. When their eyes met, he took off like a frightened rabbit and the door to his bedroom slammed shut.
The deep joy of recovering from a climax turned to horror as Bea stared after the boy, thinking of what he had seen.
How could she have been so careless? What would a horny teenager like Timmy think of her perverted actions? And what could Bea do now to make the boy understand?
Her first impulse was to get her things and run away from that house, to never see Timmy again. Her shame was overpowering. But she couldn't do that. She had to make Timmy realize she was only giving in to her passions, that it was harmless, that only pleasure was the result.
So Bea dropped the vibrator back into the box of tissues, ran to her room for her robe, then went to Timmy's room. She lifted her hand to knock, but a muffled sound from inside stopped her.
"Huh, huh, huh," Timmy was gasping behind the door.
Instinctively, Bea dropped to her knees and put her eye to the keyhole. She had a perfect view of the boy on his bed, his pants around his knees, his stiff prick in his hand. His fist was pumping up and down furiously as he bounced rhythmically on the bed.
"Hah-h-h!" he gasped as silver bullets of jism leaped from the fat head of his cock.
The sight thrilled Bea all over again. She had never witnessed that ritual before, and she thought what a shame such a splendid activity should be hidden from the world.
Timmy lay gasping as his prick shriveled against his thigh. Bea reached for her cunt and stuck her fingers in her pussy. It was already flowing again. Her fingers busily grappled with her clit, sending her back up the ladder of lust.
She thought of getting the vibrator again. But she didn't want to take her eye off her nephew. Even with his prick collapsed, he was a beautiful sight!
As Bea neared an orgasm, she saw Timmy reach for a tissue, mop up his cock, and sit up. She stared at his prick, admiring it as she speeded her fingers on her clit.
Suddenly, Timmy stood up, pulled up his pants, and walked toward the door. Passion slowed Bea's reflexes and by the time she got to her feet, the door had swung open. Her robe was still open and her fingers were still in her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried as she found herself face to face with Timmy.
She pulled her hands from her crotch, but she saw Timmy's eyes move down her body before her robe closed. A half-second passed, just enough time for the boy to realize she had peeked at him jerking off. Then the door slammed again.
Bea went back to her room and got dressed. She didn't know how she was going to face Timmy again. But she thought it best to put her cards on the table. She had to clear the air. After all, Timmy was her nephew, the son of her sister.
* * *
"Where's Timmy?" Bea asked when she came down for dinner.
"He's having dinner with a friend," Leslie said.
"Oh, is he staying away all night again?"
"No, he'll be back later," Leslie said as she set the table.
Bea dished out the salad as Leslie opened the wine. Bea was eager to talk to Timmy and she was disappointed he had gone away for dinner.
"Well, are we going to find some more men tonight?" Leslie asked.
"I'd rather not," Bea said. "I drank too much last night, and I would rather have a quiet evening at home."
"Yeah, that sounds good," Leslie said. "But tomorrow, more men!"
"Here's to fucking!" Bea said as she held her wine glass out.
"To fucking!" Leslie said, clicking glasses hard enough to make wine slosh over their fingers.
All evening Bea thought about Timmy. What would she say to him? Every time a sound was heard, Bea thought it was Timmy coming in. She caught her breath, then had to calm herself down.
Finally, Timmy did come in. But he said a curt hello to his mother and went to his room without even glancing at Bea.
If Leslie went to bed early enough, Bea could try to talk to Timmy before he fell asleep. So Bea began yawning, knowing that yawns were contagious. Sure enough, Leslie began yawning, too.
"I think I'll go to bed," Leslie said.
"Me too," Bea announced.
Once upstairs Bea noticed light coming from beneath Timmy's door. She paced back and forth in her room, waiting for Leslie to get finished in the bathroom. Listening at the door, she heard her, sister go into her room and close the door. Then Bea went to the bathroom, slowing at Timmy's door and straining to hear any sound that might give a clue to what he was doing. But nothing could be heard.
When she came out of the bathroom, Timmy's light was still on. Bea then went to Leslie's door and listened. A faint humming was head-Leslie's vibrator!
This would be a good time to talk to Timmy, Bea decided. So she went to his door and knocked as softly as she could.
"Who is it?" the boy said suspiciously.
"Me, Aunt Bea," she whispered.
"What do you want?" Timmy said.
If they kept talking through the door, Leslie would hear them, Bea worried. So she opened Timmy's door just a crack and whispered into his room.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah," Timmy said darkly.
Bea entered the room and closed the door behind her. She felt a strangely excitement beneath her nervousness.
Timmy was in bed, under the covers. Bea sat at the side of his bed.
"I just wanted to tell you it was my fault, I mean what happened this afternoon. I shouldn't have been in your mother's room, jerking off with the door open," she said. "And, yes, I did peek into your keyhole. I went to your door and heard you breathing hard. I couldn't help myself."
Timmy remained silent, looking at his aunt from beneath lowered lashes.
"Now, can we forget about it and be friends?" she asked. "There's no point in being angry or embarrassed, is there?"
"No, I guess not," Timmy said, averting his eyes.
"Good! I knew you'd say that."
Bea leaned forward and kissed the boy on the cheek. Then she said good-night and went back to her own room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Leslie had a part-time job, so Bea was alone in the afternoon. She jerked off again with Leslie's dildo, but this time she did it in the privacy of her own room with the door closed.
Timmy came in after school, said hello, and went to his room. Bea had been reading a magazine in the living room, but with Timmy in the house she could no longer concentrate on reading. Her mind was with Timmy. Ever since they had caught each other jerking off, the boy held a kinky fascination for Bea.
She couldn't help going to his room and knocking.
"I'm going to make myself a snack," she said through his door. "Want something?"
"No thanks," he called.
"Well, how about keeping me company while I eat? Are you busy?"
The door opened and Timmy stepped out. "No, I'm not doing anything."
"I think I'm going to have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Bea said. "Sure you don't want one?"
"Maybe I will have one," Timmy said.
Timmy sat at the kitchen table while Bea fixed the sandwiches. When she sat down, she asked Timmy what he thought about his father's leaving.
"I don't know," he said. "I guess he liked that other woman more than mom."
Bea couldn't get much conversation out of him. But she hadn't yet hit the topic she wanted to talk about. But how to bring up masturbation?
"I guess my Harold had the same feeling your dad had," she said. "Did I tell you he bought a motorcycle?"
That interested Timmy. But when Bea couldn't tell him what make it was or what size engine it had, the boy lost interest.
"I miss Harold," Bea said, "especially in bed. I guess that's why I got into such an embarrassing situation yesterday." Timmy's face tightened and he blushed. Bea wanted to talk about what had happened the day before, but she didn't want to scare the boy away. She knew she would have to step carefully.
"I used to masturbate even when Harold was around," she said. "Now it's all I have. But it has its advantages. At least I'm always around when I want me."
Timmy didn't even smile. Rather, he looked tense. Bea was desperate to talk, though, so she pressed on.
"I remember when I was your age," she said. "My girl friend told me about masturbation, so I tried it. I loved it! But I thought it was just something I would do until I started fucking. I never stopped, and now I guess I never will."
Timmy dropped the uneaten part of his sandwich and ran from the kitchen. Bea's heart sank. But she was out of control. She didn't know what she wanted from the boy, but she had to talk to him. So she followed him.
He had retreated to his room again. Bea knocked on his door, loud and persistently. There was no answer, so she opened the door.
"What do you want from me?" Timmy yelled.
It was a fair question, but Bea had no answer. "I just want to talk," she said, knowing she was lying, but not yet admitting to herself what she really wanted.
"I can't help it that I jerked off yesterday," Timmy said. "When I saw you sticking those bottles up your cunt, I went crazy. I never even saw a real cunt before!"
"Gee, Timmy. I didn't want to make you feel bad. I wasn't blaming you for jerking off, honest! After all, a kid your age is at his sexual peak, and I know how hard it is to find girls who will fuck."
"It really is!" Timmy said. "A few guys I know fuck their girl friends. But all the girls who are willing to put out are taken."
"Yeah," Bea agreed. "It's tough to be a kid. But I'll bet a good-looking boy like you could find a girl willing to fuck."
"Well, there's this girl I've been going out with," Timmy said, finally warming to the topic, "She lets me feel her up-even lets me stick my hand in her bra. But every time I go for her cunt, she practically calls the cops."
Bea was thrilled that Timmy was finally willing to talk to her. But talk might not be enough, she began to realize.
"I'll show you how to soften her up," Bea said. "Look, if you put your hand on her thigh, like this ..."
They were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed and Bea took Timmy's hand and placed it on her thigh. His strong fingers immediately gripped her, sending a tickling sensation to her cunt.
"Now, rub it a little," Bea instructed. "Yeah-h-h! That feels great."
Timmy was looking at Bea. She saw his surprised face from the corner of her eye. But she kept pretending, even to herself, that she was merely giving the boy a few pointers.
"This always gets a girl hot," Bea said.
"I've tried it," Timmy said. "But she still wouldn't let me stick my hand in her pants."
"Well, it's important to go slow," Bea said. "Just keep rubbing, but slowly move your hand higher toward her crotch."
As she spoke, Bea guided Timmy's hand up her thigh. She was wearing slacks, but even through them, his fingers were turning her on, proving that she was giving him good advice!
"Now, when you get to her cunt," Bea said, "don't go sticking your fingers down between her thighs. The most tender place in a woman's cunt is her clit, and it's near the front. If you stick your fingers down between her legs you'll miss it, and you'll probably scare her off. You want to make her go wild so she can't resist."
All the while, Bea was using her nephew's fingers to excite herself. From her thigh, she guided his fingers over her lower belly, then down until she felt the pressure of his fingers on her clit.
"O-o-o! that's it! Right there! Um-m-m!"
Bea wondered what would happen if she let the boy's fingers loose. He was a virgin and might be shy, she knew.
"Now, if you do this to your girl friend, I think she'll be putty in your hands," Bea said. "Of course, you'll be kissing her at the same time. That's important. Do you know how to kiss a girl?"
Their faces were inches away. And as she talked, Bea moved her face closer, just a fraction of an inch-too little to notice unless their senses were heightened by passion.
His aunt's invitation was unmistakable. Timmy's face moved toward hers and their lips met.
Like a typical horny kid, as soon as his lips touched his aunt's, Timmy opened his mouth and thrust out his tongue. His eager greed thrilled Bea, but it was the wrong strategy to use on a skittish young girl. So, to maintain the pretense that she was merely giving the boy a lesson, Bea moved her head away.
"No so rough," she said. "Gentle. Slowly."
They touched lips again. When Timmy pressed too hard, Bea retreated. She loved to start a kissing session like this, and she was sure it would be a good lesson for Timmy.
They opened their mouths, but kept their lips brushing together lightly. Finally, Bea stuck out her tongue just enough to lick Timmy's lips. Then his tongue came out, but remained softly probing.
"Ah-h-h-h!" Bea sighed approvingly.
She still held the boy's fingers at her cunt. He felt the soft bulge of her cunt mound. The coarse texture of her pubic hair could be felt even though her slacks and undies.
Gradually, their kissing grew more passionate. Their tongues began visiting each other's mouth, their teeth clicking together.
Timmy reached around his aunt's back, slipped his hand under her arm, and moved his fingers over her tit. Bea snuggled closer to him, letting him reach more of her tits.
"Not too hard at first," she said as she took her mouth from his. "Everything should be done slowly and gently at first-then harder and more vigorously. Here, grab my tit with this hand."
She lifted his hand from her crotch to her tit. If he kept probing her clit she would get ahead of the boy. Besides, he needed to learn how to handle a chick's tits.
"That's it!" she said as Timmy's hand cupped her tit, lifting and squeezing.
They were both breathing heavily. It was getting silly to pretend this was just a lesson. And there wasn't much question where it was going to end. But Bea still wouldn't admit to herself that she was seducing her nephew.
"Can I show you how I slip my hand into my girl friend's blouse?" Timmy asked.
"Go ahead!" Bea breathed eagerly.
"I try to be sort of sneaky," Timmy said as he kissed her again and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Bea was wearing one of her new, sexy bras. So as soon as Timmy's fingers entered her blouse much of her tit-flesh was available to his creeping fingers. As his hand slipped into her bra and lifted one of her tits free, Bea knew that Timmy had the potential to become a real stud! He held her tit and examined her nipple.
"M-m-m-ml" Bea hummed into his mouth.
"She never lets me see her tits, though," Timmy said, lifting his face from his aunt's.
Bea unbuttoned her blouse completely and slipped it off. Then she unfastened her bra and let it drop away. Watching Timmy's face light up as he stared at her naked tits thrilled Bea. She was proud to have her big tits on display.
She could see how much the boy wanted to suck her tits. His face was lowering very slowly, and she could see he was afraid. After all, this woman was his aunt, old enough to be his own mother. But Bea also wanted him to suck her tits and she wasn't going to let their ages or the fact that they were related stop him.
"Go ahead!" she whispered.
That was all Timmy needed to hear. His head dropped and his mouth opened. He gobbled up one of Bea's erect nipples.
"Oh-h-h-h, that's nice!" she cooed.
Bea let herself fall into a prone position, pulling the sucking boy with her. She had her arms around his head. He was fondling her right tit while sucking her left one.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Bea asked. "You're so good at it!"
It was true, the boy was a natural. His teeth were holding her tit just hard enough as his tongue circled her nipple. Harold had never sucked her nipples so skillfully even after twenty years of practice!
Timmy let go of her tit with his hand as he continued to suck. His hand, as Bea expected, moved to her crotch. He grabbed the crotch of her slacks, squeezing juice from her pussy. His hand began to get too frantic, so Bea grabbed it with her own. She slowed his groping fingers, pressing them over her clit.
Then she unfastened her pants and pulled down the zipper. When Timmy felt her slacks go limp, he lifted his hand and crammed it between her belly and the loosened slacks.
"Oh-h-h!" Bea gasped as Timmy's fingers fought their way down over her naked cunt, pulling her pussy hair in his eagerness.
There was no use trying to slow him down and make him finger fuck her with finesse. The kid was out of his mind with lust! And Bea was enjoying his uncontrolled passion! She hoped he wouldn't hurt her, though. No wonder his girl friend was reluctant to let him get very far.
"Ow-w-w-w-w, wait," Bea said as Timmy's fingers squeezed into her cunt with the crotch of her pants still in the way.
She pushed the boy off her. As he sat up, looking at her with wild sexual greed in his eyes, Bea realized just how desperate he was.
"Let me get these clothes off," Bea said. "That will make it easier for both of us. Take your clothes off, too."
Apparently Timmy hadn't even thought of taking off his clothes until Bea mentioned it. But when she did, he jumped up and began undressing as fast as he could while breathing loudly. Buttons flew across the room as he took off his shirt.
Bea was amazed. Had it been so long since she was the boy's age? Had she forgotten the power of teenaged lust?
When she stood and pulled down her slacks, she could almost feel Timmy's eyes on her cunt. She stood before him, naked, giving him a good chance to take a careful look.
In his condition of lust, it took Timmy twice as long to undress as usual. Finally he dropped onto the bed to take off his shoes which were caught in his pulled-down pants. Bea dropped to her knees to help, making sure her tits swung as she tugged at his shoes.
When they got his shoes and pants off, Timmy pulled down his underpants. His towering prick looked even more beautiful than it had when she'd watched him jerking off. She reached for his cock as thought it were a revered idol.
Still on her knees on the floor, Bea leaned forward. She dropped her tits on the boy's thighs as her hands covered his cock.
"What a gorgeous prick!" she said softly.
Timmy held his shoulders up, propped with his elbows. He looked at his aunt admiring his prick. Her fingers were making it buck. He felt her hot breath on his cockhead as she spoke.
Bea looked up at Timmy's face. "Do you think we should?" she asked, not needing to be more specific.
Timmy nodded. Bea nodded back, then crawled up on the bed. She lay on her back and reached out for the boy.
Timmy dived into her embrace. He climbed on her as though she were a life boat in a stormy sea. He stabbed at her crotch with his prick.
"Take it easy," she said soothingly.
"Uh! Ah!" Timmy grunted as he tried to fuck his aunt.
He poked his prick at her cunt, but without success. He was getting desperate, and Bea worried that if he didn't get his cock in her soon he would spill his load on her belly.
"Take it easy," she repeated.
Timmy tried to hold still as Bea reached for his prick. She grabbed it and held tightly, then pulled its blunt tip to her wet lips.
When Timmy felt her hot flesh touch his prick tip, he lunged. But his prick was at the wrong angle and it slid up over her cunt mound. Bea tightened her grip and guided him back to the right spot. She didn't let go until his prick knob was inserted into her pussy.
"Oh-h-h!" Timmy gasped as he felt the tender envelope of her pussy holding his prick head.
Then he pressed his prick forward.
"A-a-a-a!" Bea cried as her cunt stretched.
"S-s-s-s!" Timmy hissed as he sucked in a deep breath.
The first time a boy feels his prick sink into a hot pussy is the most thrilling moment of his life. And if the cunt is tight and belongs to a hot chick like Bea, the moment is even more exciting. Now Timmy was experiencing this fabulous treat. The way he shivered conveyed his joy to Bea.
Timmy was a big boy, six-feet-three-inches tall and solid, so his prick didn't look as big as it really was. But now that it was stuffing Bea's cunt, she realized its true dimensions.
Timmy began pumping his hips, sliding his cock in the narrow grip of his aunt's cunt. Under his powerful onslaught, Bea was getting a terrific fucking! The boy's unleashed passion was like an explosion in a fireworks factory.
"Oh-h-h-h!" she cried.
The bed heaved with the boy's thrusting body. Bea's cunt absorbed the shocks of his battering cock, each blow lifting her toward an orgasm.
"Uh-h-h-h!" the boy groaned.
Bea deciphered his cry as a blooming orgasm. And his prick, vibrating now, confirmed it. She felt the searing heat of his rushing jism as it filled her.
Even while coming, Timmy kept increasing the speed and force of his lunges. Bea's eyes widened in fear as she thought he might crush her. If she were going to be killed, pulverized by Timmy's hard, driving body, she hoped it wouldn't be until she'd come.
When the boy eased his lunges and Bea knew she wasn't going to be hurt, her climax descended upon her.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" she cried, bucking her hips as Timmy slowed his. "Come on!"
Timmy got the message. He speeded his lunges again, even though his own pleasure was on the wane.
"I'm coming!" Bea gasped. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
She clutched at her nephew's sweating body, lifting her legs around his pumping hips. As her pussy was churned with his huge cock, she lost her mind to ecstasy!
Timmy seemed willing to fuck her as long as she liked. What boy wouldn't? Even after satisfying his own lust, it was thrilling to have a chick like Bea going wild with lust, writhing and moaning beneath him. And even though his prick was drained, it felt nice to wring it out in Bea's cunt.
Bea had finally had enough. But she was looking forward to resting beneath the boy with his prick inside her. That was not to be, however.
"My mom's home!" Timmy said as he jumped off his aunt.
Sure enough, Bea heard Leslie coming in, too. Timmy quickly gathered up his clothes, then he was gone.
Left alone, Bea pulled the covers over her, curled up, and grabbed her own tits. Fucking Timmy had been wonderful, but she hated the way he'd run out like a naughty boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But that's what he was, she knew, and she was a naughty girl. If Leslie had caught them, as kinky as Leslie is, Bea knew it would have been terrible.
CHAPTER SIX
During dinner, Bea and Timmy looked at each other with longing and guilt. When one caught the other's eye, they both looked down at their plates, but raised their eyes as soon as they thought it was safe. Leslie, chattering about a new bar she'd heard about where there were lots of men, didn't notice the tension between her son and sister.
"Wear the pink dress," Leslie said after dinner. "The one with the lace. You look terrific in that one."
Bea wondered if she could beg off and send Leslie out alone so she could stay home with Timmy. But she was afraid Leslie would get suspicious, or, at least, call her a wet blanket. Besides, Bea didn't want fucking her nephew to become a habit. She knew it would be a hard one to break.
So the girls went out, hoping for some action. The place they went to was similar to the other one, but the crowd was older, closer to her own age, and a lot of the men were much older.
"A lot of guys with big bucks hang around here," Leslie said as they found a table where they would be the center of attention.
"I'll settle for a big cock," Bea said.
Before they finished their first drink, a man came over and asked Leslie to dance. Then another came and asked Bea. Bea didn't like his looks-he was older, heavy, and dressed too flashy for her taste. But she didn't want to sit around while Leslie was dancing.
The man, Phil, was a good dancer and seemed to have a sense of humor, so Bea relaxed.
When they were back at their table, Leslie told . Bea she'd seen Phil driving a Rolls Royce. Bea couldn't believe it belonged to him. Maybe he was a chauffeur, she thought.
Leslie soon disappeared to dance again, and Phil came over and sat down with Bea. She asked him what he did for a living.
"Cattle," he said. "I've got a ranch near here. Want to come over and see it?"
"Maybe sometime," Bea said.
"Sometime? What's wrong with now?"
"Let's dance," Bea said.
Phil was becoming more and more interesting, but Bea didn't think it would be a good idea to go with him. After all, she hardly knew him, and she still didn't like his looks-there was something slightly sleazy about him. His belt buckle was too big and he wore gold cufflinks that had to weigh a couple of pounds apiece.
"He wants to take me to his ranch," Bea told Leslie when they were alone at their table.
"Are you going to go?" Leslie asked.
"No. I hardly know him. And there's something I don't like about the way he looks."
"He looked pretty good to me when I saw him driving that Rolls," Leslie said.
Leslie left to dance again. When she came back, she handed Bea her car keys and told her she would see her later. She was leaving with the guy she'd been dancing with.
As soon as Leslie left, Bea got up to leave. After all, Timmy might still be at home and she couldn't imagine a better guy to climb into bed with.
"Where're you going so early?" Phil said as he caught up with her in the parking lot.
"I've got a slight headache," Bea lied.
"Aw, what a shame," Phil said. "But I've got just the thing. Ever try a sauna for a headache? Works every time for me. And my sauna has a great view of my spread. It's real pretty in the moonlight."
It sounded pretty good, Bea had to admit. So she forced her fears out of her mind and accepted the invitation.
Phil's craggy face broke into such a warm smile, Bea relaxed. And when she slipped into the front seat of his Silver Cloud Rolls, she knew she'd made the right choice. Now that she was a free woman, this is just the sort of thing she should be doing.
As they sped along in the big car, Phil talked about himself. He was a nice man after all, she realized. She'd almost blown a good time.
"How much farther is your ranch?" she asked.
"We're on it," Phil said. "Have been since that last turn a few miles back."
Bea was thrilled. She was learning what interesting things could happen if only she wasn't afraid all the time.
Phil's house was the biggest Bea had ever seen. It was furnished beautifully, too, if a bit too horsy for Bea's taste. Almost all the paintings were of horses, and there were a lot of statues of horses, too.
"I usually don't wear anything in the sauna," Phil said. "But if you'd like, we could wear bathing suits."
What a gentleman he was turning out to be! Bea was so reassured, she said she would like to be naked.
Phil smiled and rubbed his hands together, but Bea thought that was a natural reaction.
He led her through his gym and past the indoor pool. Then they entered a comfortable room only slightly less grand than the rest of the house.
"We can leave our clothes here," he said. "I'll turn on the sauna."
Bea noticed a wood-lined room off the one she was in. Phil went to a dial on the wall and turned it. Then he began undressing without even looking at her.
Bea undressed too. But she did look at Phil. Taking quick peeks, she noticed that his cock was big and heavy. And although Phil's body was barrel-shaped, he wasn't flabby. He obviously used his gym and swimming pool.
Even when they were naked, Bea didn't see Phil looking at her body as she would have expected him to. She even wished he would. Now that she'd begun to realize what a nice body she had, she enjoyed having men admire it.
The sauna was almost as large as Bea's living room. There were a series of benches, each higher, and therefore hotter. They climbed up near the top and made themselves comfortable.
They sat and sweated. They talked. But Phil didn't make a move toward Bea, and she began to think he might not.
They took showers, had a dip in the pool, then put on robes and sat in the dressing room. Phil took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and opened it.
After the sauna and swim, the champagne went right to Bea's head. When they finished it, Phil led Bea into another part of the house. She found herself in a small, dimly lit room. Phil sat her down on a stool. As her eyes got used to the dark, Bea began to see the strangest furniture she ever encountered. The only thing she recognized was a pillory, one of those devices that clamped over the neck and wrists that they used to use to punish people in the past.
"What is this?" Bea asked as she jumped up.
"It's my torture chamber," Phil said as he took a coil of rope from a hook on the wall.
"What?" Bea shouted as she ran toward the door. "I'm leaving!"
She grabbed the door knob and twisted it. But the door didn't open. It was locked, and Bea's heart froze.
"Don't be scared," Phil said. "I'm not going to torture you. What do you think I am, anyhow?"
"Then let me go!" Bea gasped, still tugging at the door.
"Relax," Phil said. "I just wanted to show you some of these things. I collect this stuff. It's a hobby. But I wouldn't dream of using it on anyone. I have people use it on me."
"You're crazy!" Bea said. "Let me go!"
"Bea, listen to me," Phil said as he came toward her with the rope. "I've been a rich man all my life. I've done everything and seen everything. It was interesting, but it gets boring after a while, you know? Now I find I can't get stimulated in the usual ways. Please help me!"
Phil had taken Bea by the arm and was leading her across the room.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"When you came here, you must have known I would expect you to make love," Phil said. "Well, that's all I want. But I need to be tied up first. That's the only way I can do it."
Bea didn't like any of this. But being locked in a room with all the strange implements made her willing to do almost anything as long as it wasn't her those implements were used on.
"What do you want me to do?" Bea asked again.
"I'll lie over this table and you tie my hands to those posts and my feet to the table legs," Phil explained.
Phil handed the rope to Bea, then he lay face down on the rough wood planks of the table.
"But how can we fuck if you're lying down like that?" Bea asked.
"Patience. Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"
Bea was scared. But it seemed best to go along. After all, if he was willing to let her tie him up, he probably didn't want to hurt her.
"First my hands," Phil said. "Tight. Tighter!"
With shaking fingers, Bea tied the rope around his wrists, then to the posts at the corners of the table. It took a while, but she finally got his hands secured. Then she tied his ankles to the table legs.
Bea had to admit that it was exciting to see the man stretched over the table, his ass sticking out, his arms stretched forward.
"Now, on the wall behind you, you'll find a few whips," Phil said. "Choose which ever you like best."
There were a dozen whips on the wall, some long, some short, some with single lengths of braided leather, some of the cat-of-nine-tails variety.
Bea chose a rather stiff, short one. It excited her to handle it, even though she was scared out of her mind.
"Now what?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"Whip me," Phil whispered. "Whip my ass!"
Bea stood beside him, trembling. She swung the whip, bringing it to the man's ass softly, barely hard enough to make a sound.
"Hard, hit me hard," Phil demanded. "Harder still!"
Bea hit him harder and harder until the whip cracked against his ass and his body jerked. She wasn't hitting him as hard as she could, but hard enough to leave red lines where the whip landed.
"Yeah-h-h-h!" Phil said as though he were feeling pleasure rather than pain.
This seemed harmless enough, Bea thought. Weird, but harmless. She was even beginning to enjoy it, feeling powerful, liking being in command.
"Okay, that's enough!" Phil cried.
Bea stopped her swinging arm, but she was slightly reluctant to quit just when she was beginning to like it.
"Untie me," Phil said.
When he was freed, his prick was hard and throbbing. Bea was hot. Her cunt dampened the flesh of her thighs and her breath puffed in deep gasps.
"I know it seems strange," Phil said. "But there's something about getting whipped that excites me like nothing else."
"I don't think it's so strange," Bea said, surprising herself.
"No? Maybe you can explain it to me," he said.
"Well, it is 'strange, I guess, but I mean ... I can see how it would be exciting," Bea said. "At least I think I can."
"Want to give it a try?" Phil said, recognizing in Bea a fascination with his perversion.
"No!" Bea answered.
"All right," Phil said. "Maybe some other time. Would you like to try out the pillory? I promise I won't hit you. But that's all I'll promise."
Bea looked at the boards with the hole for a neck and two holes for hands. After whipping Phil, she felt a weird urge to try it.
"I will if you promise not to lock it," she said as she looked at the heavy, old-fashioned lock hanging from the rusty hasp that held the thing closed.
"Whatever you like," Phil said.
He opened the pillory and Bea went to it. Bending down, she rested her neck in the hollow in the center and her wrists in the hollows at the sides. Then Phil lowered the hinged upper board, encircling Bea's head and hands.
A profound sensation filled Bea. It was not all pleasure, but not all fear either. She knew that even without the lock on the thing, with the hasp closed, she could never release herself. She was naked and trapped, at this man's mercy. She'd never felt so vulnerable in all her life. He could do whatever he wanted with her-and therein lay the pleasure!
"How does that feel?" Phil asked.
"I can see why these things made people behave themselves," Bea said. She was leaning forward, her ass sticking out behind.
"Yes, these devices no doubt kept people in line. Beside being uncomfortable, one's neighbors would come to gawk and even throw garbage into the face of the poor soul locked into it."
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" Bea asked in a hollow voice.
"No, my dear," he said. "But I'm going to throw my cock in your face."
He was dragging a bench to the pillory. Then he climbed up on it, bringing his stiff prick to Bea's face.
"I don't think this was one of the normal uses for these things," he said. "But it works well."
"A lot of women would consider this a treat rather than a punishment," Bea said.
"That's why these weren't used for this purpose," Phil said as he thrust his prick toward Bea's mouth.
She took his prick into her mouth and began sucking. There was no doubt that being locked into the pillory made sucking Phil more exciting. She had never enjoyed munching on a prick so much!
Phil grabbed the top of the pillory to support himself and began pumping his hips. He drove his cock deep into Bea's throat. She couldn't retreat as the boards stopped her by gripping her jaw and the back of her head. So she had to submit to the prick being shoved down her throat. Every time he crammed his prick down her throat, Bea gagged and couldn't breath. So she had to grab breaths when his prick backed from her throat, setting his cockhead on her tongue.
He could suffocate her if he wanted to, Bea realized with a sense of fear and excitement. She was learning the pleasures of submission.
"Gug! Gug!" she gulped.
Phil was fucking her face, swinging his balls against her chin. The frame that held Bea prisoner rocked and shook as her mouth was treated as a cunt.
Just as Bea was getting the rhythm of Phil's face-fucking, breathing regularly with the pistoning of his prick, he took his cock from her mouth.
Holding his prick in front of Bea's face, Phil showed her how fat its head had become, how rigid the shaft was. Bea thought it was a beautiful prick.
Then he stepped down from the bench and went behind her. Bea's asscheeks tensed as she thought Phil might break his promise not to whip her. But rather than a whip, she felt his hand on her ass, stroking gently.
"A lovely ass," he said. "Beautiful!"
Having her head and hands clamped made the hand on her ass more exciting than it would otherwise have been, Bea was sure. Lots of times her ass had been stroked, but there was something special about this time, about being a prisoner in this vulnerable position.
After moving his hand over her ass, Phil slipped his fingers below into her crotch. His fingers explored her crack, probing into her cunt.
"Wet," Phil commented. "You must enjoy being in the pillory."
"It was sucking your cock that made me wet," she said. "Feeling your hand on my ass is wonderful, too!"
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a taste of the whip?" Phil offered. "Just a little sample? Oh, your cunt is contracting. What does that mean?"
"It means you're scaring me," Bea said, half truthfully, for a good portion of her fear was pleasure!
"I promised not to whip you and I won't," Phil said. "Unless you change your mind."
Bea couldn't believe it, but she had changed her mind! But she was just too shy to say so, and, of course, she was afraid, too.
Then she felt a slap on her ass, but it was just a dull clap. She knew that it was Phil's prick as he twisted his hips.
"How about it?" he asked. "Just a little one?"
"O-okay," Bea said so softly she wasn't sure Phil heard her.
But when she felt the sting of the whip she knew he had heard and that he'd been waiting with the whip in his hand.
The lash hurt, but not too much. What it did was awaken every nerve in Bea's body. She never felt so alert, and since she was sexually aroused, her lust was razor-sharp and keen.
"Another?" Phil offered.
"Okay," Bea said. "Ow!"
He kept the whip swinging, hitting her steadily, just hard enough to make her flesh quiver.
"That's enough!" Bea cried.
The whipping stopped. Her ass felt hot and tender. Then she felt Phil's prick between her thighs.
Still shaking from the pain, Bea welcomed his prick in her cunt. But he only slid his prickhead under her pussy, letting her loose lips flutter over it.
Again, being held helpless by the stocks increased the pleasure of her encounter with Phil's prick.
After tickling her cunt with his prick for a while, Phil began to slip his prick up her flowing pussy. Slowly, and only shallowly, he stuck his prick in her. Then, gradually, Phil pushed his prick higher into her body. At the same time, he wiggled it and stirred it.
Bea closed her eyes and licked her lips as she enjoyed Phil's maneuvering at her pussy. She couldn't see him or touch him, and that too, seemed to add to her joy.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Bea sighed, letting her head loll in the caress of the pillory.
She was on her way to sexual rapture, hurried along by Phil's weird taste in sexual toys.
But just as she began to feel the dark waves of bliss, her cunt was empty. Was Phil going to whip her some more? Or did he have some other indignity to submit her to? Bea trembled as she waited to see what would happen next.
Phil's fingers replaced his prick in her cunt. He dipped his fingers into her tunnel, then drew them up over her asshole. Over and over he did that, as Bea wondered what he was up to. Then she felt his fingers pressing on her asshole!
"O-o-o-o!" she yelped as her asshole gave way, admitting one of the man's fingers.
He stuck his finger up her ass and wiggled it around. Then he pulled it out and wiped more juice from her cunt to her asshole. The next time he stuck his finger up her ass it slid in easier.
Bea knew she was going to get fucked up the ass. Why had she let herself get into this situation? What did she expect when she found herself in a torture chamber? Now there was nothing she could do about it! The next thing she felt was the blunt tip of Phil's prick against her asshole.
"Phil!" she cried. "Don't!"
Naturally, he paid no attention to her. Or if he did her complaint only encouraged him. His cock pressed harder against Bea's little asshole.
"N-n-n!" she cried as her ass muscles loosened and his prick slid into her ass.
Bea strained against the stocks that held her bent over and vulnerable. She tried to pull her ass away from the invasion of stiff cock meat but she was trapped, held fast. And Phil's cock was buried deep in her ass!
"A-a-a-a!" Bea wailed in pain and humiliation.
Phil began fucking her ass just as he would fuck her cunt. In and out his prick moved as he held Bea by the hips.
"Uh, uh," he gasped as he fucked her asshole.
Bea's fear diminished now that she knew that taking it up the ass didn't hurt very much, not at all really, once her ass had stretched enough. In fact, she sort of liked the way it felt to have her ass filled with a hard, sliding prick. But she kept up her cries and writhing, making the pillory shake with her struggle.
"Ah-h-h!" Phil yelled as he came.
His prick was sliding smoother now that he had filled Bea's ass with jism. She liked the sensation! She was even disappointed that he had come so soon, but she wouldn't admit that to herself until later. Now she was suffering the indignation of Phil's domination.
He stopped fucking her, holding his prick still in her ass. His hands moved over her sweaty back, massaging and soothing her.
"That's what happens when you get yourself hung up with a pervert like me around," Phil said as he pulled his prick from her ass.
Suddenly, the pillory opened-Bea was free. She stood up and faced her captor.
"I hope you're not mad at me," Phil said. "I couldn't ask you if you liked taking it up the ass before I did it. That would have spoiled the game."
"Am I free to go now?" she said coolly.
"Sure, I'll have Franklin, my driver, take you home."
Phil went to a phone and called to the servants' quarters. Then he escorted Bea back to the dressing room where they'd left their clothes.
"I'm so glad you came home with me," Phil said. "I'll give you my private number so you can call whenever you like. We could have a lot of fun together, you and I."
Bea remained silent. She dressed quickly as Phil watched. Then he took her to the front door where a limousine was waiting. She didn't even say goodbye, but she wasn't really angry. In fact, on her way home she broke into a smile and almost giggled. It had been fun! She tucked the card Phil had given her away carefully in her purse.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was time to go home. Bea couldn't stay at Leslie's indefinitely, and the longer she stayed, the more difficult it would be to tear herself away.
She said good-bye to her sister and nephew. Timmy seemed sad to see her go, and she hated to leave him.
On the way home, she picked up her car where she had left it to be fixed. Harold was making do with his motorcycle, no doubt.
As Bea drove into her driveway, she felt glad to be home, but she also had a twinge of anxiety. She was alone now, and she would have to take care of herself. She had to get a job, find men to keep her satisfied, and entertain herself when there weren't any men around.
But when Bea went into the house, she found that she wasn't as alone as she had expected to be. There was a strange woman in her kitchen, standing in front of the stove making coffee.
At first Bea thought she must have gone into the wrong house. Then she noticed that the woman was wearing one of her robes.
"Oh, it's you!" the woman said, as startled as Bea was.
Suddenly, Bea recognized her. This was the woman she'd caught Harold fucking, the woman who had started all the trouble!
Bea had been too surprised to speak. So far she had merely stood staring at the woman, blinking and letting her mouth hang open.
The woman began backing away, reaching behind her to feel her way out of the room as though she were afraid to turn her back on Bea. She groped her way to the kitchen door, then backed into the dining room. Still moving backwards, she ran into a dining room chair, upset it, turned to run, and tripped over the fallen chair.
"No-o-o-o!" the woman yelled. "Please!"
Bea was left gaping at the woman, too confused to be angry.
"What's the matter?" Bea asked finally. "Are u all right?" "Let me go," the woman said. "Don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you," Bea said. "What makes you think I want to hurt you?"
The woman was on the floor, still backing away from Bea, still afraid to turn her back.
"You tried to stab me last time!" the woman said.
"Oh! I wasn't trying to stab you. I was trying to stab Harold," Bea explained. "Gee, I've forgotten all about that. I would have stabbed him, too, if I'd caught him!"
The woman on the floor retreated faster, backing away on all fours like a crab.
"But I'm glad I didn't stab him," Bea said. "It was better to watch him run out of here half-dressed. I've never seen him move so fast."
Remembering that scene, Bea smiled. Then she laughed. And once she started laughing, she couldn't stop.
"When he saw me coming at him with the knife ... I never saw a look like he gave me. And the way he jumped over the bed ..." Bea fell back i into a kitchen chair laughing so hard she couldn't : catch her breath.
The woman on the floor stopped her retreat. She began smiling too. As long as Bea was laughing, the woman felt safe.
"It wasn't very funny for Harold and me," the i woman said. "At least it wasn't then. But now that
I look back, it does seem sort of funny." The woman on the floor snickered.
"Oh, hah!" Bea laughed, slapping the table, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. "I'll bet Harold aged ten years that night!"
"He did!" the woman on the floor laughed. "He couldn't fuck for three days!"
That set Bea off on another fit of laughter. The woman on the floor, sitting cross-legged now, joined Bea in laughter.
"Then you're not angry with Harold anymore?" the woman asked when she stopped laughing.
"That skunk isn't worth being mad at," Bea said. "But what are you doing here?"
"Oh, uh, Harold and I have been staying here," the woman said. "You disappeared, so--"
"Well, pack up," Bea said. "I'm back. And tell that skunk husband of mine I'd better not see him here again."
The coffee boiled over and Bea jumped up to turn down the fire. A cup of coffee would be just the thing after her trip back home, but this coffee belonged to the woman she'd found invading her house. Still, there seemed to be a polite way of dealing with this situation.
"Care for a cup of coffee before you leave?" Bea asked.
"Sure, I'd love one," the woman said as she got up and came back into the kitchen. "I'm Sally Black, by the way."
"I guess you know my name," Bea said. "Tell me, how does a nice-looking chick like you get involved with a creep like my Harold?"
"Oh, Harold's not a bad guy, really," Sally said. "Besides, he sort of saved me."
"Saved you?" Bea asked cynically. "From what? From good-looking guys your own age?"
"Well, it's a long story," Sally said as she sipped her coffee. "I'd been living with another woman. We were, well, lovers. I hadn't been to bed with a man since I was a teenager. Well, I was walking down the street when suddenly a man on a motorcycle bounced up over the curb and ran into a fire hydrant. He fell over and got his leg stuck under the motorcycle, so I helped him get up and made sure he was all right. Once he got his composure back, he invited me for a ride."
"You went for a ride with a guy who you'd just seen run into a fire hydrant?" Bea asked.
"Well, he claimed a woman in a car had run him off the road," Sally said. "But as soon as I got on he motorcycle I could see he didn't know how to drive it. Later he told me he'd just bought it the day before."
Both women laughed again. Bea pictured Harold hopping the curb and hitting a fire hydrant. It was typical of him.
"Anyhow, sitting on the motorcycle and holding onto Harold, I got pretty hot," Sally said. "So, we wound up out in the country somewhere fucking our brains out."
Bea understood. Her own experiences lately had shown her how these things happen. She couldn't hold a grudge against Sally. It was even difficult to remain angry with Harold. After all, Sally was a gorgeous chick who would turn any man's head.
Sally wore her black hair short, almost like a boy's short hair. Her face was round and pretty with a scattering of freckles. She had nice titsBea still remembered how they bounced when she'd caught Sally riding Harold's bucking hips. She was small in stature, which made her tits look even larger. Bea's robe was much too big for the girl, so the rest of her body remained a mystery.
They talked about Harold some more, laughing and giggling like school girls as they mentioned his sexual techniques. But as they talked, Bea began to notice that her cunt was leaking. She was excited, and it wasn't because they were discussing Harold.
"How long did you live with that woman?" Bea asked, changing to a more interesting subject.
"I'm still living with her," Sally said. "That's why I'm here, actually. I can't take Harold home, so we've been spending a lot of time here. Jill, my, uh, roommate, isn't jealous. She knows I'll come back to her."
"Then you're still a-?"
"Lesbian," Sally said, finishing Bea's sentence. "Yeah. I'll always be a lesbian. I just love women's bodies more than men's. But I'll probably take a man for a lover occasionally. It's nice for a change to have a hard, hairy body on top of me. And, of course, a big prick always feels good in my cunt."
Bea's body was burning. Listening to Sally was driving her wild. But why? If Sally invited her to bed, would she go, could she go? Bea felt dizzy as she realized the answer was yes!
"Haven't you ever felt like making it with a woman?" Sally asked.
It began to look like Bea would get her chance. She felt her face flush, her heart pound, and she knew that Sally could see these effects of lust.
"I ... I never really thought of it," Bea said. "Until now, that is."
Sally's eyes twinkled. Her pretty mouth curled in a warm smile.
"And how do you feel about it now?" Sally asked simply.
Bea couldn't speak. She wasn't a lesbian. Why was she even thinking about going to bed with this chick? But she thought of a reason-a reason that would leave her free of the stigma of perversion.
"It would serve Harold right!" she said.
Sally didn't answer. She was wise enough to leave Bea room to maneuver her principles around in.
Now that she had committed herself, Bea was like a caged cat. Her eyes drank in the beauty of Sally's lesbian charm. She couldn't wait to get her hands on her compact body. "Are you ready?" Sally asked as she put her cup down on the saucer with a musical clink.
Bea was frozen with lust. She couldn't even nod her head. After all the sexual experiences she'd had, she now felt like a little girl. So Sally treated her like one.
Getting up slowly, Sally walked toward Bea, held out her hand, and guided her to the bedroom.
"Get undressed," Sally said softly as she dropped the robe from her own shoulders.
Beneath the robe, Sally was naked. The sight knocked the wind from Bea's lungs. She began to pant loudly.
Sally's body was perfect! Her tits swelled proudly from her chest. They were firm and round with large brown nipples. Her waist was narrow, her tummy flat. Her hips were narrow, too, at least compared to Bea's. And her nest of downy pussy hair looked so soft and warm!
"I'll help you," Sally said when Bea stood motionless.
Sally stepped up to Bea and began unbuttoning her blouse. When Bea felt the girl's warmth and the movement of her fingers at her buttons, Bea shivered with passion. And when her blouse opened, revealing her tits in one of her sexy new bras, Bea let out a whimper.
"You're beautiful!" Sally said as she helped Bea take the blouse off.
Sally's fingers and arms grazed Bea's flesh as she removed Bea's blouse. And everywhere Bea's flesh was touched a hot, tingling sensation remained, like embers glowing in a hearth.
"Gorgeous tits!" Sally whispered as she took off Bea's bra.
Sally was so much shorter than Bea, her face was near Bea's tits as they stood facing each other. Sally bent forward and kissed one of Bea's tits just above her nipple.
"Oh-h-h!" Bea sighed as she let her eyelids sag.
Then Sally went to work on Bea's slacks, opening them and pulling them down. Bea's thighs were covered with goose-bumps as Sally knelt to remove the slacks.
Bea steadied herself by putting a hand on Sally's shoulder as she lifted one foot at a time from her slacks. She felt childish letting Sally undress her, but it was exciting! Besides, Bea was too paralyzed with lust to undress herself.
Now Bea was wearing only a pair of sheer, pearl-colored undies. Still on her knees, Sally moved her finger tips up the backs of Bea's legs, over her ample ass, and to the top of the bikini panties. Then, ever so slowly, Sally stripped that last garment from Bea's cunt and ass.
Feeling her panties peeled from her hips and skimming down her legs, Bea shivered in her nakedness.
Sally remained on her knees. Moving forward, she wrapped her arms around Bea's thighs and pressed her cheek to Bea's cunt. She sighed deeply, with satisfaction.
With Sally's tits pressed to Bea's legs, her face on Bea's cunt, and her hands on Bea's ass, Bea knew she was going to have the most exciting time of her life. She was already more excited than she could ever remember being, even though she'd had some kinky experiences lately.
Bea stared straight ahead, but she knew what Sally was up to. She felt Sally's face turning, burrowing her nose into Bea's pubic hair. At the same time, Sally forced Bea's legs open.
"Ah-h-h-h!" Bea cried as she felt the young girl's tongue wiggling into her pussy.
Sally's body was wedged between Bea's legs. Her face was below Bea's cunt, tilted back so her tongue reached Bea's pussy. Her tongue roamed back and forth in Bea's cunt.
If Sally hadn't been holding onto Bea's legs, Bea would have toppled over. She was delirious with excitement! There was the excitement of perversion on top of the pleasure of having such a skilled cunt-lapper working on her pussy.
Sally's tongue slithered lazily but wonderfully. The little lesbian's cunt-lapping was controlled, calm, and purposeful. Bea was blasting off!
"Uh-h-h-h!" Bea gasped with a rush of hot breath as she shivered, making her tits quiver and her long hair swish.
Bea wrapped her arms around herself, her own body being the only thing within her reach as she stood in the middle of the room up to her ass in a cunt-sucking lesbian embrace.
As she licked Bea's pussy, Sally's tongue grew more animated. Gradually reaching up Bea's flowing cunt cave, fluttering on Bea's clit, and lashing Bea's inner-lips, Sally's tongue showed what practice could do. Like an athlete, Sally's tongue had the strength and agility to perform.
Throwing herself forward, bending over the lesbian between her legs, Bea watched what was happening to her. She saw Sally's face masked to the bridge of the nose by her own pubic hair. But Sally's eyes were reflecting Bea's passion as the girl looked up from Bea's crotch. Bea put her hands on Sally's shoulders to support herself as she shook with pleasure. Her tits hung low, almost reaching Sally's nodding head.
"E-e-e-e! E-e-e-e! E-e-e-e!" Bea screamed as she reached an orgasm.
Twisting and jerking crazily as she was buffeted by spasms of sexual bliss, Bea lost her balance. Now even the weight of the girl between her legs couldn't anchor her. She fell to the floor and the sudden sensation of falling only added to her pleasure.
Sally held on, keeping her mouth to Bea's swampy cunt as they fell and landed with a thud. Sally's teeth hit Bea's clit, but the impact was lost in Bea's consuming joy.
Now Bea lay on her back, her legs spread wide. Sally's head seemed permanently attached to her cunt.
"O-o-o-o-o!" Bea yelled as her orgasm charged through her. When it was over, Sally lifted her face and crawled forward. "How did you like that?" she asked the dazed woman.
"I ... I ... I ... " was all Bea could say as she trembled.
But Sally wasn't finished. She began kissing Bea's sweaty face, leaving Bea's cunt juice, which dripped from Sally's lips, mingling with the sweat.
With her own juice smeared over her face, Bea's lust was renewed. Sally kissed her, leaving the flavor of cunt juice in Bea's mouth.
With the young girl kissing her madly, Bea began exploring Sally's body with greedy hands. When she cupped Sally's firm tits, Bea understood why men were so crazy about tits. From that moment on, Bea would be crazy about tits, too.
Bea lowered her head to Sally's tits and began sucking. She loved it! Not only holding an erect nipple in her mouth, but having her face wedged between soft tit-flesh was great fun!
"M-m-m-m, yes-s-s-s!" Sally sighed.
But Bea was already thinking about Sally's cunt. She wanted to pay Sally back for the cunt-lapping she'd received. But the idea of sticking her tongue in a soupy pussy made her head reel.
Bea reached for Sally's cunt. Fingering her would be fun, and it would get her ready for the ultimate lesbian initiation.
Bea's hand shook as she reached for Sally's cunt. Wrapping her hand around the girl's plump pussy mound thrilled her. And when she felt the wet gash of Sally's crotch, Bea knew she had a real lesbian streak.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Sally gasped when Bea's finger slipped between the tender lips of her cunt.
Sally's gasp made Bea braver. She felt around within the gash of the lesbian's cunt until she found her pussy entrance. Then she reached into it. Playing with a cunt was wonderful! Of course, she'd played with her own all her life, but this was different. This was real perversion!
Sally began wiggling as Bea sucked her tit and finger-fucked her. The more Sally writhed, the more Bea increased the stimulation. She bit down hard on Sally's tit and reached higher up her cunt. When her finger was high up Sally's cavern, Bea wiggled it, and was delighted to hear Sally cry out.
Then Bea found Sally's clit and played with it. She loved the way she could make Sally's body shake by tickling that bit of flesh! But the real test awaited. And the slight nudge Sally gave Bea was enough to send Bea on her way to Sally's lower regions.
Bea moved down Sally's body as Sally made herself comfortable on her back. It wasn't a long trip since Sally was so short. Bea soon found herself between Sally's legs, her face poised above Sally's smoldering cunt.
The odor of pussy juice made Bea's mouth water. Looking at the girl's cunt, at the folds of tender flesh shining with juice, Bea geared herself up for this task.
Beginning by kissing Sally's thighs, Bea moved her mouth ever closer to the wet groove of Sally's pussy. Then, with cunt hair tickling her nose, Bea stuck out her tongue. Into Sally's pussy Bea probed, feeling her wiggling inner lips slithering at the tip of her tongue.
"Ah-h-h!" Sally moaned and spread her legs wider.
Her first taste of cunt juice made Bea eager for more. She stuck out her tongue farther and pressed it harder between Sally's cunt lips. Then she dragged it along Sally's pussy crack, finishing each lick with a Flourish aimed at the girl's clit.
Soon Sally was wiggling with pleasure. Bea put her arms under Sally's thighs and her hands up over Sally's belly like a veteran cunt-sucker. And she found that she could look over Sally's cunt mound to see her whole body stretched out and could watch the expression on her face.
Sally began moving her hips so all Bea had to do was keep her tongue outstretched. Sally was fucking Bea's tongue. Bea was eager to learn, so she held her tongue out and tried to remember how Sally moved her cunt against it.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Sally cried ever louder.
Sally pressed her wiggling clit to Bea's tongue and shook her hips. That made tongue and clit rub together with a scrubbing motion. Sally's tits shook wildly on her chest as she ground her clit on Bea's tongue.
Bea watched the whole thing by peeking over Sally's fuzzy cunt mound. It was a fabulous sight -one she would certainly never forget!
As Sally's ass bounced on the floor, her cunt was covering Bea's face. Her clit was not rubbing only against Bea's tongue now, but was also wiggling over her nose and cheeks. Warm, slippery juice soaked Bea's face. Bea loved it!
"E-e-e-e-e!" Sally screamed as she went wild.
Bea kept her face at the leaping cunt until Sally settled down. Then she lifted her face and moved up beside the lesbian. Now when they kissed, it was Sally's juice that they tasted.
It was nice being with another woman after having sucked each other's cunt, Bea thought. She especially liked the way it felt to have her tits pressed to Sally's firm tits. But it was getting late. If she didn't do something about it, Harold was going to be home soon. So Bea told Sally that she'd better leave and that she'd better call Harold and tell him not to come back.
Sally dressed and called Harold. "Guess who came home today?" she said into the phone. "Right. And she says you'd better not show up. She has that knife out again." Sally winked at Bea, then, after listening, said, "Oh, we hit it off very well. I think your wife's a treasure. Too bad you can't get along better."
When Sally hung up, she and Bea had a good laugh.
"Thanks for the coffee," Sally said before she left. "Can I come back for some more?" "Any time," Bea said. "But come alone." no
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day, Leslie called. She said her husband was coming back to try to patch things up and that it would be easier if Timmy wasn't around. She asked Bea if Timmy could stay with her for a week.
"Did you ask Timmy if he wants to come here?" Bea asked.
"I didn't have to," Leslie said. "He suggested it. Actually, Timmy wants to get away. I think he's still angry with his father for leaving."
"I'd love to have him," Bea said, her cunt ill moistening.
The sisters arranged for Timmy to come by bus. Bea would meet him.
Bea had been thinking about Harold since meeting Sally. But now she forgot about him again. With Timmy around, who needed Harold?
That night Bea lay awake almost until dawn, struggling with her lust for her nephew. She knew she shouldn't be fucking the boy, but she really didn't know why. Sure, Leslie would probably not like it. And, generally speaking, there was something weird about a woman fucking her young nephew.
On the other hand, there was the pleasure she derived from fucking the boy. His big cock, his eagerness, his youth-all these things added up to great sex! And she wasn't hurting him. If anything, the experience would put the boy ahead in life.
As Bea thought about Timmy she got excited as though he were right beside her. But since he wasn't, Bea had to satisfy her own erotic hunger.
Remembering how the boy had handled her, she grabbed her own tits and cunt and tried to imitate his clumsy groping. What a nice change from Sally's delicate embraces!
She shoved her tit up to her face and chomped on it as Timmy had. She finger-fucked herself, stabbing her cunt with the same brutish greed that Timmy, in his inexperienced way, had fingered her. Then she grabbed her clit between her finger tips and brought herself to a writhing, gasping climax.
Once satisfied, the arguments for not fucking her nephew seemed stronger. But after an hour of moralizing on the evils of seducing one's nephew, Bea's lust grew again, and fucking Timmy seemed, once more, an innocent pleasure.
So Bea passed the night still undecided on the issue.
* * *
After only a few hours sleep, she woke, eager for Timmy's arrival. But he wasn't due until one-thirty in the afternoon, four hours away!
Bea cleaned the house, worked in the garden, did the laundry, and still had two hours to wait for Timmy's bus to arrive. She had no appetite-at least not for food. So she went downtown and window-shopped. But she found herself at the bus stop a half hour early anyhow. Even so, she kept gazing down the street, looking for the big, blunt front of the bus to appear.
As she stood there, her cunt would mist up, then dry. Her nipples would become stiff, straining at the material of her bra, then soften.
Finally, the bus came into sight. Bea bounced up and down on her toes with excitement. When Timmy stepped out of the bus she ran to him as though they were teenaged lovers.
"Hi, Aunt Bea!" Timmy said happily. "Thanks for letting me come stay with you."
"It's my pleasure," Bea said.
She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. It was hard to restrain herself from sticking her tongue into his mouth in a greeting. But they were in public, after all.
"Are you hungry?" she asked. "We could stop for lunch."
"I'm not that hungry," he said.
Bea was thrilled. It seemed that Timmy was as eager to get to her house as she was to get him there!
But when they drove into the driveway, Harold's motorcycle was parked in the yard. Bea was furious. Harold was as welcome as the plague.
"Is Uncle Harold back?" Timmy said.
"No, he sure isn't," Bea said. "I can't imagine what he's doing here."
"What do you want?" Bea demanded of Harold, who was sitting at the kitchen table.
"I thought we should talk things over," he said sheepishly. "Oh, hello, Timmy. What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Uncle Harold," Timmy said.
"Timmy's visiting for a while," Bea said. "Leslie and Bill are getting back together and Timmy is staying here until things smooth out."
"Don't you think we could get back together, too?" Harold said.
The man touched Bea's heart. He looked so lonely, so forlorn. And now that Bea had made friends with Sally and knew Harold's side of the story, she really had nothing to blame him for. But she had been enjoying her freedom too much to let Harold come back. She wanted some more freedom, especially now that she had Timmy with her.
"I don't know, Harold," she said. "I'll think about it. But right now you have to go. Leave me a number where I can get in touch with you. I'll call you in a week or so."
Harold wrote down his number, said good-bye, and went out. His motorcycle sounded subdued as he drove away.
"Poor Uncle Harold," Timmy said. "Grownups seem to have a lot of problems."
"Yeah, life's like that," Bea said. "But let's not let Harold bother us. He'll be all right."
Bea took Timmy to the guest room and helped him unpack. She was eager to grab him, but she had to calm down after being surprised by Harold.
"I'm glad you wanted to come to stay with me," Bea said as she sat down at the edge of the bed. "Was it because I fucked you?"
"Partly," Timmy said as he shuffled his feet. "But you were always my favorite aunt anyhow."
Bea reached out with her hand, and Timmy came to her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.
"I wasn't sure if we should fuck again," Bea said. "But I can't see any harm, can you? Besides, I can't resist you!"
Timmy was still shaking his head in response to Bea's first question when her mouth crashed into his. They threw their arms around each other like sumo wrestlers.
Their tongues twisted around each other as they ground their faces together and puffed hot breath through their noses.
Timmy grabbed his aunt's tits, moving his hand from one to the other, massaging and squeezing. Bea reached into Timmy's crotch, feeling his cock and balls as they were held by the tight crotch of his jeans.
"Let's get undressed," Bea said as she stood up.
She dressed in her sexiest outfit in anticipation of undressing for Timmy. And as eager as she was to be naked for him, she forced herself to undress slowly, with teasing calm. Timmy, in contrast, tore off his clothing as though it were on fire!
Bea was dropping her bra from her big tits as Timmy pulled off his underpants. Bea looked at his prick standing and bobbing its head. The sight made her shake. But she kept peeling off her slacks with the controlled pace of a professional stripper.
Timmy sprang at his aunt, grabbing her slacks to hurry her. But Bea reprimanded him.
"Don't be in such a hurry," she said. "It's better if we take our time."
Timmy stepped back. His lean, muscular body was tense, as tense as his jerking cock. But Bea didn't let him alter her leisurely style. In fact, she loved teasing him, making him wait, straining at the bit like a race horse.
Bea folded her slacks carefully and laid them over the arm of a chair. She was left wearing a pair of bikini undies and her high heels.
When she turned to the boy again she saw him leaning forward on his feet, ready to dive at her. But Bea slowly tucked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Timmy's eyeballs bulged as her cunt was revealed.
When her undies were off but still draped over one foot, Bea kicked them up toward Timmy's face. They hit his chest and he caught them.
"Sit down, Timmy," Bea said.
Keeping the boy on the verge of control thrilled Bea. But she didn't want to torture him. He would be rewarded, but Bea was going to do it her way.
Bea decided to leave her shoes on-it seemed like a kinky thing to do. Then she went to the boy and knelt down. She slid her hands up his thighs, feeling them shiver. When her hands reached his prick, she grabbed it. Then she brought her face to it and licked.
"A-a-a-a!" Timmy cried.
His prick jerked in her hands with amazing power. His lust was a mighty force, Bea realized. If she played it right, she would release it with the best effect.
The boy couldn't take much stimulation to his prick without coming, that was obvious. So she abandoned his prick, turning it loose.
"Will you do something special for me?" she asked.
"What?" Timmy asked breathlessly, his face lighting up.
Bea climbed onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, and spread her legs. "Eat me!" she whispered.
For several seconds, Timmy turned into cement. Then he began shaking. His eyes had been glued to Bea's cunt since she'd opened her legs. Now his mouth opened and his tongue appeared.
He didn't say a word. Slowly, he moved toward Bea's oozing pussy. Bea slouched down, thrusting her crotch forward as Timmy moved toward it, sliding forward on his stomach. His tongue was already hanging out.
Looking down, Bea watched her nephew take his first taste of a cunt. Since Bea had her own first taste of a cunt only a few days before, she knew exactly how Timmy felt. She hoped he liked eating her as much as she liked eating Sally.
Timmy was sticking his tongue out as far as he could as he brought it to Bea's pussy. He touched the juice-covered ridges of cunt flesh with the tip of his tongue, then withdrew. Again he touched her pussy with his tongue, this time moving it around, feeling his way in this strange organ.
Bea caught her breath every time she felt the boy's tongue in her pussy. Then, when he started licking in earnest, she sang out in a vibrating note of joy.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a!"
Bea had her thighs spread and lifted so her cunt was gaping open. Timmy, getting braver, was covering her entire gash with hungry licks.
"A-a-a-a! A-a-a-a!" Bea sang each time his tongue made the trip along her cunt.
Still watching, Bea saw the boy's tongue flash as he licked her. Then he stopped licking and began searching for her cavern with his tongue. Bea lifted her ass slightly, helping him find it. Then he stuck his tongue up her cunt tunnel as Bea shook with lust, wiping her cunt lips on the boy's face.
"Oh, Timmy!" she sighed. "Um-m-m-m-m-m! Yes-s-s-s!"
The boy resumed licking. Bea continued shaking.
"Suck my clit, Timmy! Make me come!"
Obediently, Timmy put his tongue on his aunt's clit and tickled it. Bea wiggled her hips, adding to the friction between her most tender organ and Timmy's strong tongue.
"Yes-s-s-s!" she hissed like an angry cat.
Timmy worked hard, fluttering his tongue on her clit. As out of his mind as he was with teenaged passion, he was eager to do what his aunt wanted. What a sweet boy, Bea thought!
"Oh-h-h-h!" Bea cried. "Ah-h-h-h!"
The sound of feminine bliss made Timmy bear down harder on her clit. Bea shook, out of control. Her thighs shifted as she writhed with orgasmic pleasure, slapping against Timmy's ears. But he held on and kept tickling her clit.
As long as Bea gasped and wiggled, the boy licked and tickled her clit. When her climax diminished, Bea caught Timmy's head in her hands and stopped its nodding and shaking. It was her turn to give the boy a chance to fly to heaven.
Timmy crawled up from cunt-lapping posture. As he sat up, Bea saw how his prick vibrated. His lust was truly incredible!
"How would you like me to suck you off?" Bea growled.
Timmy didn't answer-he couldn't. He was still blitzed from his first cunt-lapping job.
But Bea knew he would welcome a blow-job . . . who wouldn't? And she dropped her head to his lap. As soon as she took his huge cock into her mouth, Timmy moaned loudly.
This wasn't going to take long, it was clear. Timmy was already trembling and moaning.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he cried in desperate passion.
There was no point in trying to make his pleasure last. Better to make it short and intense, Bea knew. He was going to come soon in any case!
So Bea grabbed the boy's balls in one hand and the base of his prick in the other. Then she bobbed her head up and down quickly, sliding the boy's fat cockhead over her tongue and into her throat.
"A-a-a-a!" Timmy cried as his orgasm was unleashed.
Bea felt the gob of jism slide through Timmy's prick as she held the base of his prick tightly. In a half-second, that shot entered her mouth and was followed by more, more than she expected.
Timmy's copious" gift of goo soon filled Bea's mouth. She swallowed some, but a lot of it oozed from her mouth and ran down her chin. Still, Bea kept sucking and pumping her mouth on the boy's erupting prick.
"A-a-a-a-a!" Timmy cried.
Bea sucked, the bed bouncing and creaking as Timmy shook in ecstasy. By the time Timmy's prick ran out of jism, Bea was practically drowned. She would have gagged on the next shot. So she sighed with relief when the end came. Then she sucked up the dribbled jism and lifted her head.
She smiled when she saw the effect her blow-job had had on the boy. He was panting and covered with sweat.
"How was that?" Bea asked.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Timmy sighed.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, Timmy!" Bea laughed as she lay down and snuggled up to the gasping boy.
CHAPTER NINE
After resting for an hour, telling each other how wonderful it felt to come while being eaten, Bea and Timmy fucked. Then they rested again and told each other how great it had been to fuck, and fucked a second time-doggie style.
After three heavenly orgasms, even a kid like Timmy is ready to take a break.
Bea and Timmy took a nap. Then Bea offered to take Timmy out for dinner. They showered, dressed, and went to one of the best restaurants in town.
Bea ordered a bottle of champagne, and Timmy thought it was great that the champagne came in a big ice bucket that stood on the floor beside the table.
As they ate, Bea kicked one shoe off and slipped her foot between Timmy's thighs, probing his crotch with her toes. He kicked a shoe off too and answered her probing with a probe of his own.
Bea felt like a kid again. And Timmy felt as though he'd finally grown up.
After dinner, they went to a movie. But since they hadn't fucked in over three hours, and since their toe-probing had excited them, they began groping at each other in the darkness of the theater.
It began when Bea stuck her finger between her own thighs and wet it in her cunt. Then she lifted her finger to Timmy's face and waved it under his nose. The odor of fresh cunt juice made his blood simmer.
He reached into his aunt's lap, finding her dress pulled up to her crotch. Between her legs, her panties were soaked with hot syrup. Timmy tucked his fingers into the crotch of her panties and into her cunt.
With her cunt full of curious fingers, Bea reached for Timmy's crotch. He helped her unzip his fly and pry his cock free. Bea gave him her sweater to cover his lap, although there weren't any people near them.
Bea held Timmy's prick, running her fingers along its length, squeezing its taut head, and sliding the loose skin over the hard core.
Timmy fingered Bea's pussy, exploring her cave and inner lips. He stayed away from her clit for the time being, saving that for later.
Keeping their eyes on the screen, although they were oblivious to what the movie was about, they lifted each other to heights of sexual bliss.
Bea was wiggling in her seat, nearing an orgasm. She dropped her free hand to Timmy's wrist and lifted his hand in her cunt until his busy fingers moved to her clit. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth to gag her gasps of lust. She came, experiencing a great orgasm!
When her lust was completed, she began peeking around, seeing if she might get away with disappearing. There were a few people in the rows behind them, but they were way back and not directly behind, so Bea thought they wouldn't notice if she suddenly vanished.
She let herself slide down slowly, until her head went below the back of the seat. Then she crouched down in front of Timmy and lowered her head to his prick.
A dozen quick thrusts of her mouth on the boy's prick brought him off. Bea would have preferred to go slowly, but they were in a public place, after all. And when Timmy came, he gasped loud enough to let their secret out to anyone who might have noticed Bea's disappearance.
After drinking his jism, Bea told Timmy they'd better get out of there. He zipped up, Bea sat up, then they stood and moved down the row to the aisle, and up the aisle quickly.
"Did you see those two old ladies looking at us as we left?" Bea laughed as they hurried down the street to the car.
"No," Timmy said. "I didn't want to look at anyone. I can't believe you did that!"
They laughed and joked all the way home. When they were alone again, they jumped into bed and had a leisurely fuck. After all the orgasms they'd had, they were able to fuck for a long time before hitting another. When they did, it was the last for that day. They fell asleep with Timmy's prick in Bea's cunt.
* * *
The next few days were days of bliss. Timmy learned more about fucking then he even dreamed there was to know. Bea learned a few things, too.
After those first days, their sexual schedule moderated somewhat. But they were still spending more time in bed than anywhere else.
When they weren't fucking, they cooked elaborate meals, took long baths together, and did their other domestic chores. When Bea's friends called, she would tell them she was busy or that she didn't feel well and that she would call them back; She knew she was supposed to call Harold, but she was still having too much fun to let him back into
Leslie called several times. She and Bill were doing well, ironing out their problems and getting along better. Bill was cured of his need for other woman. Leslie asked Timmy to come home, but he said he wasn't ready to yet. Bea told Leslie that the boy was no trouble and that he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted, Bea and Timmy had fucked so much, they both felt slightly bored. So they were glad when Bea suggested a game.
"Remember when you caught me jerking off?" Bea said. "I was mortified. But, you know, afterwards I realized it was fabulously exciting!"
"Really?" Timmy said. "I felt the same way after I found you outside my bedroom door after I jerked off."
"Let's jerk off together," Bea said. "I'd love to see you do it again."
"Okay!" Timmy said eagerly.
He jumped up and began to undress. But Bea had another wrinkle in mind.
"Let's do it one at a time, with the other watching secretly," she said.
Bea saw by the look on Timmy's face that he thought she was weird-and that he liked the idea! . "Do you want to go first?" he asked.
"Okay," she said. "I'll do it here and you go into the hallway to watch. I'll pretend I don't know you're there."
Smiling slyly, Timmy went into the hallway and stood where he had a good view. Bea sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine. She leafed through it as she usually did. When she found a picture of a naked model in a bathtub advertising soap, she let her hand raise to one of her tits. After all the fucking and sucking she'd done with Timmy, holding her own tits was a lot of fun--especially with Timmy watching.
She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her tit from her blouse, holding the magazine down so she wouldn't spoil the boy's view. She began massaging her tit vigorously, more vigorously than she'' normally would, but she wanted to put on a good show.
She let the magazine slip from her lap as she concentrated on her own body. She hiked up her dress and stuffed a hand into her undies. Wiggling her fingers so the movement was obvious in her panties, she gave her cunt a workout.
With her lust rising, Bea shoved her tit up to her face and sucked it. That would give Timmy something to think about, she knew. She saw the boy from the corner of her eye and his interest was easy to see.
Next, Bea stripped off her panties. With her legs spread, she played with her cunt and gave Timmy a great view. She made sure he saw her fingers sinking into her cunt tunnel-two at a time and all the way in!
Stirring her cunt and sucking her tit, Bea was in a familiar position. But having Timmy watch made it more exciting than it ever was before.
"M-m-m-m-m!" she hummed in heat on her own nipple as her body quaked.
"How about if I start now?" Timmy asked from the hallway. "I'm horny as hell!"
Bea nodded her head in consent. She had a good enough view of the boy, and it would be nice watching him flogging his cock while she was wild with lust. Lying back so she could get a better view of Timmy while still sucking her tit, Bea stirred her cunt faster, deeper.
She saw her nephew drop his pants and grab his cock. His hand tugged, then pulled, over and over, slowly at first, then faster. Watching that made Bea's passion double. She opened her mouth and let her tit fall back to her chest with a heavy wobble.
Now she used both hands on her cunt. One held her lips spread while the other kept stirring her cunt round and round and dipping in and out.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she moaned.
She didn't want to look directly at Timmy--that would spoil the illusion that she didn't know he was watching. But the sight of him pounding his prick was too beautiful to watch in any way but straight on. She stared at his prickhead and the fist pumping behind it. She saw his balls hopping as he pumped.
"Timmy, what are you doing there?" she cried suddenly.
Timmy stopped jerking his prick until he realized this was part of the game. Bea had stopped playing with herself, pretending to be trying to hide her cunt with her hands.
"I just walked in," he said, going along with the game. "I couldn't help jerking off, too, when I saw you!"
Bea resumed massaging and finger-fucking her pussy.
"I can't stop! It's too late!" she cried. "Timmy, come closer. Let me watch you!"
The boy came forward, taking small steps because his pants were around his ankles. He came to Bea and stood directly in front of her, still tugging at his big cock.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Bea gasped as she neared an orgasm.
"Ah-h-h!" Timmy cried, speeding his fist.
Bea was in Timmy's line of fire and she found that terribly exciting. Timmy aimed his cock to his aunt's face.
"A-a-a-a!" Bea yelled as she came.
When he saw his aunt's body twitching in spasms, Timmy jerked his prick even faster. Then, with a gasp, he shot her!
The first few bullets leapt forward. Bea sat up and opened her mouth to catch them. She caught a few drops, but the others didn't have enough force to reach her. So she threw herself forward, still working on her cunt and still in ecstasy, and took Timmy's cockhead in her mouth.
He kept jacking off, and Bea drank his cream. ISO
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Timmy sighed as he fired his last.
Then he dropped his hand. Bea sank back on the couch, dropping his cock from her mouth. Timmy sat down next to her.
"That was fun!" he said.
"Yeah, it was. But I couldn't help drinking your cream even if that wasn't in the script."
They sat side by side, relaxing and congratulating themselves on their kinky imaginations. Before long, though, they were hugging and kissing. Jerking off together had been fun, but it wasn't the real thing. Now it was time for the real thing.
Bea pulled Timmy's shoes off and then took his pants from around his ankles. He undressed Bea. When they were naked, they stretched out on the couch and began serious foreplay.
Ever since her visit to Phil's torture chamber, Bea had been waiting for another chance to get a cock up her ass. Timmy hadn't shown any interest in that perversion, but maybe that was because he'd never thought of it. How could she give him the message without being blunt? Not that she couldn't be blunt with the boy. She knew she could ask if necessary. But it was more fun if she could make it happen naturally.
She grabbed a cheek of his ass, letting her fingers dip into the crack. Finding his asshole, she brushed her finger tip over it lightly. When she felt Timmy shudder, she knew he was enjoying it. Sure enough, the boy got the hint. His finger was in Bea's cunt, but he slipped it out, reached farther into her crotch, and found her asshole.
"Ah-h-h-h!" Bea sighed happily, telling the boy of her desire.
Of course, by this time, Timmy wasn't surprised at anything his aunt might come up with. This was merely another chapter in the sex manual that Bea had in her kinky mind. And as soon as Timmy thought about it, he knew it would be a wild treat to fuck his aunt in the ass!
Being a good mechanic, Timmy knew the value of lubrication. He began moving his fingers back and forth from her cunt to her ass, bringing juice to the drier hole. He sent his finger up her ass, wetting its narrow sleeve with cunt juice.
"Oh, Timmy! You're such a good boy! So clever!" Bea purred.
"Do you want me to stick my-?"
"Yes-s-s-s!'' Bea interrupted.
Timmy's finger not only lubricated Bea's asshole, but by reaching into it, he stretched it. Of course, his prick would have to stretch it much more.
Bea twisted around and lay on her stomach, presenting her abundant ass to Timmy. He reached between her asscheeks and brought a few more fingerfuls of juice to her asshole. Then he mounted her. Having his aunt's flat back to lie on rather than her soft tits was a nice switch.
Bea spread her legs. Timmy brought his prick to her asshole, which he saw peeking out at him.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Bea moaned as the boy put his prickhead on the puckered opening and bore down.
Her asshole gave way and Timmy's cock sank into the tight chamber.
"Ah-h-h-h!" they both cried in unison. Bea's cry was tinged with pain, Timmy's with perverted delight!
Slowly, Timmy brought his hips down on Bea's asscheeks, sinking his prick deep into her body.
Even without the strange excitement of being held in a pillory, Bea found having a prick up her ass was fabulous! And when Timmy began pumping, it was a glorious sensation, mingling pleasure and pain, taking her to the threshold of sanity.
Timmy liked it too. That was clear, judging by his gasps of passion. Bea had never heard him sound so excited!
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Bea whimpered with glee.
Their voices filled the room, masking the sound of Harold's motorcycle in the driveway. It wasn't until they heard the back door slam that they knew something was amiss.
Timmy jumped, yanking his prick from Bea's ass with a painful wrench. But she remained on her stomach.
"So! I'm not the only one who-" Harold was saying as he dashed into the room. But when he saw Timmy, he stopped in his tracks.
"Timmy! Bea! What's going on?" he said, shocked.
"What's the idea of barging in like this?" Bea asked, slightly miffed, but otherwise calm.
"You and Timmy were fucking?" Harold asked.
"What does it look like?" Bea said. "What business is it of youVs? You don't think I'm going to give up fucking, do you?"
"But, Bea. Timmy's your nephew!" Harold said, his eyebrows still raised halfway to his receding hairline.
"What of it?" Bea said. "Why shouldn't we fuck?"
"But it's . . . it's ..." Harold stammered, not sure what to accuse his wife of.
"Don't be a wet blanket, Harold," Bea said. "Either take off your clothes and join us, or get out and leave us alone."
Bea wasn't as unconcerned as she seemed. But she knew how to handle Harold. If she acted sorry, he would threaten to tell Leslie and Bill what was going on-he might even actually tell them. But if she could convince him it was all right for an aunt and a nephew to fuck each other and get him to join, his threat would be neutralized.
Harold was silent, looking back and forth from his wife to his nephew. Bea loved the way Harold's thinking process was so visible.
"You don't mind if Uncle Harold joins us, do you, Timmy?" she asked.
"N-no," Timmy said, nervously.
"Come on, Harold," Bea urged. "Timmy was fucking me up the ass. You can have my pussy. It'll be great fun!"
Harold was getting hot. Bea could tell by the way his eyes had grown large and round. To encourage him, she sat up and spread her legs, showing him the goal of male passion, the pit that he was welcomed to fill.
That did it. Harold began undressing. When he was naked, Bea moved down onto the floor, kneeling with her body upright.
"Come on, fellows," she said. "My cunt and ass are starving for hard pricks!"
The guys were shy now that there were two of them. But they couldn't resist Bea as she knelt with her thighs spread, waiting for them.
They approached-Timmy from behind, Harold in front. Bea grabbed each of them by a hand and pulled them down to their knees. Then she grabbed their cocks.
Suddenly, the guys came to life. They couldn't let Bea do everything while they acted like dildoes, after all.
Harold reached into her cunt and guided his prick into it. Timmy did the same behind her, fitting himself up her ass again. It took some maneuvering and coordination, but they soon had Bea double-fucked.
"Oh, that feels so-o-o-o good!" Bea said in a blissful voice.
The guys began pumping. It took some experimentation to get their pricks sliding simultaneously. Since Timmy was taller than Harold, he had to lower his crotch more. Harold held Bea by the hips and Timmy reached around to grab her tits.
When they got going, though, it was a kinky joy ride for all three of them!
But Bea, with two cocks sliding in her body, had the best seat in the house. The prick ramming her up the ass made the prick in her cunt feel more thrilling and vice versa. Timmy's hands squeezing her tits were nice, and having her body battered front and rear was exciting. Even the sound of two pricks slurping and slushing into her cunt and ass was wonderful!
"Uh-h-h-h-h!" she murmured as her pleasure mounted.
The men were sliding their cocks intently. But their lust was lingering behind Bea's. After all, they'd both had a shock when Harold came into the room and found Timmy. It was a shock for Bea, too, of course. But women seemed more able to handle that sort of thing. By the time Harold had reached for the first button on his shirt, Bea's lust had begun to rise again.
By now, though, the guys were over their shock, their shyness, their embarrassment. All that mattered now was the joy of fucking Bea!
Bea was coming! With a cock in each of her holes it hadn't taken long. And this orgasm was as different from any other as was the method she had reached it by. It was an orgasm and a half!
"E-e-e-e-e-e!" she shrieked like a madwoman.
The men had to keep their cocks sliding for a while longer before joining Bea in ecstasy. Timmy came before Harold, but Harold wasn't far behind. And as they filled Bea full of jism, she was still raging with intense passion!
Even when the men had completed their climaxes, Bea was bouncing between them. And when Timmy began to fall away from her back, she reached around desperately, grabbing him and keeping his prick up her ass. She didn't let Harold go either, even though his prick was softening in her pussy.
Orgasms came and died in quick succession. Only when the men's pricks shrank and slipped from her body did Bea stop thrusting her hips back and forth. Then all three of them collapsed and lay like beached whales, spent and fucked-out.
Later, as they sat around the kitchen table eating cookies and drinking coffee, Bea told Harold that she had decided to let him come home-but not quite yet. For the time being, Timmy would stay and Harold would go.
But knowing that he would have his wife and home back, Harold didn't mind taking off for a while longer.
CHAPTER TEN
Timmy began going out by himself. Bea didn't mind-they had been seeing so much of each other lately they felt like Siamese twins. Bea even jerked off a few times, just for the sake of variety.
A few days after Harold's visit, Bea was alone when Sally dropped in.
"I was hoping you'd come to see me again," Bea said as she ushered the little lezzie into the house.
"I meant to come over sooner," Sally said. "But I've been busy. Is Harold back in your good graces yet?"
"No, but how come you don't know that?" Bea asked.
"I haven't seen him for a week," Sally said. "He told me you and he were getting back together and that he couldn't see me any more."
"Poor guy," Bea said. "But he deserved what he got. He's lucky I'm going to take him back."
"I agree," Sally said. "But what about us? I'd love to suck your cunt again. But would that be fair to Harold?"
"You've got a point," Bea admitted. "I've been paying Harold back a hundred fold. I've got my nephew staying with me, and we're fucking like rabbits!"
"Oh? Is he here now?"
"No. Disappointed?"
"I just wondered if we'd be alone, that's all," Sally said seductively.
The women were sitting in the living room, on the couch. Now Sally moved closer. Bea moved toward Sally. The closer they got, the faster they moved, until, finally, they sprang into each other's arms.
Ever since Bea had seen Sally's tom-boyish face at the door, her lust had been rising. Sally was just what she needed as a change from the constant sex with Timmy. So when she was finally in Sally's arms, Bea was greedy for lesbian excitement!
They kissed. Once again Bea thrilled to the contrast between a teenager's lustful kiss and the delicate, masterful kiss of an expert pervert.
"M-m-m-m-m!" Bea hummed deliriously as she felt Sally's hand caress her tit.
Bea lifted a hand to Sally's tits, too. And when she began feeling the girl's firm, young tits, she realized she would need to hold a pair of tits every now and again or suffer the loss.
Bea's cunt was hot and wet. Her mouth watered as Sally's tongue entered it, but Bea was already thinking of Sally's pussy.
In her bloom of passion, the last thing she wanted to hear was the back door slam, but that was what happened. The two chicks leaped back and sat primly on the couch as Timmy strolled into the room.
"Hi!" he said, his voice rising as he caught sight of Sally.
"This is Sally, a friend of mine," Bea said. "Sally, this is my nephew, Timmy."
"Hello, Timmy," Sally said warmly.
Bea could have killed the boy for walking in just then. And she didn't like the way Sally had greeted him either.
Timmy dropped into the big armchair opposite the couch. He kept looking at Sally with a boyish smile on his face. Sally smiled back.
"Timmy, I want to make steaks for dinner," Bea said. "But I'm all out of the steak sauce you like so much. Will you go to get some for us?"
"Aunt Bea, you just bought a whole new bottle yesterday" he said. "Don't you remember?"
Bea could have kicked herself. Now it would look suspicious if she asked the boy to go out and get something else. But it was better to arouse his suspicions than to suffer the horniness that was tearing at her.
"Well, then go get some ice cream. And get some fresh vegetables," Bea said in a voice that revealed her horny impatience.
"Okay," Timmy said reluctantly. He lifted his big frame from the chair and ambled out of the house.
"Too bad you sent him away," Sally said. "But we were just getting started," Bea protested.
"He could have joined us, couldn't he?" Sally asked. "You said you've been fucking him. Why not share him with me?"
"Well, I could have, I guess," Bea said. "But I don't know how he would take it, seeing me and you . . . you know."
"Oh, kids that age are so adaptable," Sally said. "Besides, Harold told me all about walking in on you and Timmy. You didn't seem to mind a threesome then."
"You're right," Bea said. "I guess I was just jealous. But it won't take Timmy long to get back from the store. Can't we start without him?"
Sally smiled and moved back into Bea's embrace. They kissed again and were soon as hot and eager as they had been before Timmy came in.
Bea and Sally opened each other's blouse as they kissed. Then Bea lowered her face to Sally's swelling tits and began sucking.
"Don't lift your head," Sally said evenly. "But I just saw Timmy peek into the window."
With her mouth full of tit, Bea took the news with calm lust. Had she been so obvious about her interest in Sally that the boy had caught on? Apparently. Just as well. They would put him to good use.
"What should we do?" Bea asked Sally, her mouth still at Sally's nipple.
"Let's have some fun with him," Sally said slyly.
"Yeah-h-h!" Bea said.
"Keep sucking me," Sally said. "Then after he takes a few more peeks, we'll catch him red-handed. I don't think he knows I saw him. Oops. There he is again."
Sally said the last bit with her mouth still, like a ventriloquist. Then she let her head fall back, but she kept an eye on the window.
"He keeps taking a peek then ducking down," Sally said. "When I say go, we'll run to the window and catch him."
Bea thought this was great fun. First, it was fun knowing the boy was witnessing her lesbian perversion which Bea, for some reason she didn't understand, felt proud of. Second, the thought of catching the boy peeking was wickedly thrilling.
"Now!" Sally said.
Bea jumped up, Sally did too, and they rushed to the window. A few seconds later, Timmy's head popped up. The expression on his face as he confronted the two chicks a foot away on the other side of the window made the girls wail with glee. Poor Timmy looked as though he was about to pop a gasket.
The chicks' tits were hanging free, and the boy's eyes moved down to them, even though he was stunned by the surprise. Before being caught, he'd seen enough to fire his lust, and even the shock of being caught hadn't quenched it.
Bea ran to the front door and called the boy. Her fevered brain was overflowing with kinky punishments for a young peeping Tom.
Timmy walked into the room sheepishly, but there was nothing sheepish about the throbbing lump in the crotch of his jeans.
"What should we do with the snooper?" Bea asked Sally in a stern voice.
"It's a pretty serious affair," Sally said, thrusting her tits out at the boy, who was staring at them eagerly.
"I know," Bea said. "We'll let him watch if that's what he's into. But he has to obey us."
"That seems fair," Sally said.
"Take off your clothes," Bea ordered.
Timmy was willing to go along with these demented chicks. They had what he wanted, and he would do anything to get it.
The girls watched him strip. When his gigantic prick sprang free they gulped with passion, but they knew they could have more fun by keeping him waiting while showing off for him.
"I didn't tell you to move," Bea said as Timmy started forward. "You just stay put."
Then Sally and Bea sat down on the couch again and resumed where they'd left off. Kissing each other's tits was fabulous with the naked boy standing in the middle of the room watching.
As they sucked each other, they unfastened their slacks and then helped each other pull them down. Then threw off their blouses and pulled off their panties. When they were naked, they flew into each other's arms again, kissing and crushing their tits together.
They could feel the heat from Timmy's body and, from the corners of their eyes, they saw his big cock wagging.
Sally leaned over Bea's reclining body and sucked her tits. One after the other, she hungrily gobbled and licked Bea's nipples while Bea squirmed in rapture. Then she left her tits and began kissing her way down Bea's stomach.
Pausing at Bea's belly, Sally turned her face toward Timmy and winked at him. She loved the way he looked, watching like a dog watches its master opening a can of dog food. And she loved the way Timmy's prick twitched. She knew that prick would put the icing on the cake of this afternoon of fucking!
Then Sally continued on her way to Bea's cunt. Bea lay back and spread her legs, making a nest of them for Sally to snuggle up in as she licked Bea's cunt.
"Such a pretty cunt!" Sally said as she gazed at the pussy spread before her. She ran her fingers over Bea's pink and wiggling lips, then she bent her head toward it.
"Slu-u-urp," went Sally's tongue as it covered Bea's cunt with a heavy lick.
The girls heard Timmy's horny breathing as they carried on their perversions in front of him. They hammed it up as they put on a good display of lesbian lust for the boy.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" Bea cried in exaggerated ecstasy.
Sally lashed Bea's cunt with unnecessary sounds of gluttony.
After Bea put on a frenzied show of coming, the chicks switched positions. Bea ate Sally's cunt with the same gusto Sally had used.
"Can I fuck you, Aunt Bea?" Timmy whined.
It would be nice to have Timmy's cock up her pussy while she ate Sally, Bea thought. But she was enjoying the boy's lust and she loved having an audience. So she told Timmy to stay where he was.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Sally began moaning, arching her back and kicking her feet.
Bea attacked Sally's clit and kept her wailing while Timmy stood and watched in desperate need.
"Oh! I love to come like that!" Sally said.
"So do I," Bea agreed as she lifted her face from Sally's crotch.
The girls relaxed, looking at the boy who stood before them with his fat cock bouncing in front of him.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked pathetically.
"What should we do with him, Sally?" Bea asked.
"I don't know. Maybe we ought to let him jerk off," Sally said. "It looks like he's about to explode. Besides, it would be fun to watch a strapping young lad like him jerk off!"
"Yeah," Bea said happily. "Well, go ahead, Timmy."
"Aw, can't I fuck you?" he asked.
"Of course you can," Bea said. "After you jerk off. You know one orgasm only gets you started."
"But I can't jerk off with you two watching."
"Sure you can," Sally said. "It'll serve you right for peeking through the window at us."
"That's right," Bea said. "Go ahead!"
The girls watched with growing lust as Timmy shyly reached for his prick. He grabbed it and then began pumping. At first, he kept his eyes on the floor, ashamed. But soon he caught the spirit of the game, and he looked at Bea and Sally, proud of his masturbation and enjoying the fun he was giving them.
It didn't take long for the boy to cry out with ecstasy. And as soon as he did the girls sprang from the couch and threw themselves down on their knees in front of him. They opened their mouths and struggled to catch his jism as it shot into the air. Competing against each other, neither got more than a drop or two because most of the jism hit them on their faces and tits. But when the boy stopped coming, they licked the missed gobs from wherever they had landed.
Timmy stood with his shrinking cock in his hand as he watched them licking his cream from each other's face and tits. The sight reversed the shrinking of his cock, bringing it to ripe rigidity again.
Licking jism from each other's body set the girls off on another bout of lesbian passion. They rolled around on the floor at Timmy's feet, grabbing and sucking each other.
Timmy saw his chance. Bea was sucking Sally's tit and finger-fucking her cunt with her own ass thrust out behind her. The boy moved behind his aunt and knelt. He brought his prick to her ass, tucked it beneath to where her wet cunt hid, and plunged it in.
"N-n-n-n!" Bea cried onto the tit in her mouth as her cunt was suddenly stuffed.
As Timmy fucked Bea, Sally reached between Bea's thighs and felt the boy's swinging balls. Timmy had a good view of Bea's mouth covering Sally's left tit, too. Fucking had never been this good before!
Since he'd just come, Timmy was ready to fuck for quite a while before coming again. So he pulled his prick from Bea's cunt, climbed over her, and stuck his prick into Sally's pussy, joining Bea's finger in that tight cave. Bea was forced to pull her finger out and stick it into her own cunt now that her nephew had abandoned her.
Going right from Bea's cunt to Sally was a great thrill! He thought he would be able to go back to his aunt's then back to Sally's pussy before coming again.
The sound of a motorcycle in the driveway hardly slowed the orgy.
"Guess who," Sally said between gasps of pleasure.
"Poor Harold," Bea said as she lifted her mouth from Sally's nipple. "He'll flip. But I'm sure he'll like to join us."
"What the fuck is this?" Harold yelled as he walked into the room, his knees buckling beneath him.
"Hi, honey," Bea said. "We're having an orgy. Come and join us!"
"You chased me out of the house with a knife for fucking that chick!" he said. "Now you're sucking her tits while your nephew fucks her!"
"I know, Harold," Bea said. "I've come to see things your way. I never should have thrown you out. I should have joined you. Live and learn!"
Harold thought about this for a few seconds. He had to conclude that Bea was right. So he stripped and joined the writhing mass of hot bodies on the floor.
